A Show of FlowersA Poem by Chris Shaw(a requiem for a friend) Hampton Court Flower Show
My Greek Pandora
I last saw her at the palace in Hampton Court. Thoughtfully she brought a wicker basket, brimful of delicacies, home baked. With friends we picnicked on the bank of the Thames. Balmy scent of flowers sweetening those evening hours in July's sultry heat. Not a care in the world, I remember our chat. Her black cotton hat framing Hellenic features and olive skin. Fingernails fabulously red. Our friendship fizzled out like a firework with a damp fuse. No shouting scenes, we fell apart, a garment split at the seams. I dream of her and understand her burdens got out of hand. Phone calls lessened, texts stopped, she dropped all contact. That final call, tearful and sad, family feuds gave bad vibes. She distraught, caught in a web of pain told me she'd been a lousy friend. Not so said I. Again and again, I've tried but the number's dead and that haunting voice in my head speaks to me continually, chipping away on marble stone, telling me she's gone.
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31 Reviews Added on August 2, 2018 Last Updated on August 2, 2018 AuthorChris ShawBerkshire, United KingdomAboutAlbert, my paternal grandfather introduced me to Tennyson when I was nine. I have loved poetry ever since but did not attempt writing a single piece until I was 40. It's never too late to try somethin.. more..Writing
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