Two BrothersA Poem by David Lewis PagetThey’d built too close to the cliffside edge And the winters grew so cold, The ocean seemed to be rising with The waves, as in they rolled, They tore away the base of the cliff And swept it out to sea, The house was poised on the cliffside edge And would soon be history. Two brothers lived in the fated house That had once comprised of three, For one of the brothers had a wife Who was called Penelope, But something funny was going on The folks around there said, For Penny was always seen with John But had been the wife of Fred. They both had courted the girl before And each had bought a ring, Then asked Penelope could she choose Between them, there’s the thing, She told the brothers she loved them both, The choice was hard, she said, ‘A half of me would marry with John, But I have to go with Fred.’ The rumours started around the town That she had the best of two, She’d sleep for half a week with Fred And the rest, with you know who. They’d say that voices were raised in there It wasn’t going well, What should have been a heaven on earth Would seem some kind of hell. For just on a year she went to town And shopped just like the rest, She smiled that bright Penelope smile Was always nicely dressed, But then she stopped, and she wasn’t seen As the brothers did the shop, Then they would glower at everything And they wouldn’t talk, or stop. But still the sound of their voices raised Would echo from that house, Til Fred stopped going around with John, There was no sign of his spouse, The storm that came at the midnight hour Then washed away the cliff, The house plunged into the water and The rumours said, ‘What if?’ The house was shattered as in it plunged Each piece was washed away, And morning had seen the strangest sight, A coffin, out in the bay, The rescue boat had dragged it in And dumped it up on the shore, Along with a drenched Penelope So they wondered, more and more. They found a body, washed on the beach, It was hard to recognise, They asked Penelope could she view them Once she’d dried her eyes, They opened the coffin for her first And in there lay her Fred, His throat was bloody and torn apart And Penelope bowed her head. ‘I got so sick of the arguments, It was like being wed to two, They raved and ranted most every day I didn’t know what to do.’ ‘You say John murdered his brother then?’ But the police were being kind, Penelope shook her head, and said, ‘I suddenly changed my mind.’ David Lewis Paget
© 2017 David Lewis Paget
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