Other People's MisfortuneA Poem by Chris Shaw(1916)
Her name is Tryphena and she faces
a camera with pale solemnity. She stands beside her brother, seated on a hard-back chair. Her small left hand rests with dignity on his right shoulder. He looks impeccably smart in his newly pressed military uniform. Brass buttons, polished and gleaming, peaked cap, slightly tilted above one brow, a half smile on his lips, eyes eagerly bright. The soft gathers in her black silk skirt hang loosely to her ankles and her open neck white cotton, collared blouse is freshly starched. Like a fragile bird she is, her waist so tiny she looks as though she will snap in two. They are perfect in sepia, they are forever in sepia as sadly two days later on the first day of the battle of the Somme, he was killed in action. Less than six months later her husband was lost at sea. The name Tryphena derives from Greek and means dainty and delicate, as her appearance would lead visitors of this museum to believe. I stare at length into her long dead eyes hoping beyond all hope that she was gifted with the heart and courage of a lioness under threat.
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Added on July 1, 2019Last Updated on July 1, 2019 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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