Ruby For UsA Poem by Chris Shaw
a date ringed in red
on a February calendar fixed to an old kitchen wall saw the only snowfall of winter settle in hushed silence as a Liverpool lad prepared to wed his London lass with a celebration for family and friends who had travelled from afar who no doubt uttered a few well chosen expletives at uninvited white stuff and a downslide by degrees on their thermometers while still enjoying a fine three course meal at Pangbourne’s George Hotel with its roaring log fires freshly pressed table linen and roots tucked into Medieval history with the ghost of Betty Price a sixteenth century witch present in the narrow corridors who died in the dark cellars where she hid from her superstitious captors but not before she cursed the place and the local parson together with anyone else who played a part in her demise no worries there for us or from the detective we chatted to as he propped the bar up long after our guests had departed who delighted on hearing of our nuptials gleefully informed us that our chances of happy ever afters with our clash of personalities was precisely zilch well he got that one wrong didn’t he darling © 2023 Chris ShawFeatured Review
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20 Reviews Added on February 25, 2023 Last Updated on February 25, 2023 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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