Gone

A story

the wind that blew
across the fields of barley
ripened in the sun
whispered words of secrets heard
to listening ears of mischief done

yet now the harvest gathered in
leaves no sign of what took place
though left to hang upon a gate
a fragment caught of torn
white lace

so where is she the girl he kissed
before he struck that fatal blow
no witnesses to tell the tale
she a loner isn’t missed
she’s buried in the earth below

there she lies in long dug ground
defiled and tragic, undeserved
her resting place away from all
the living hearts that daily beat
she’s never likely to be found

Reviews

[Dylan Macadham]

I can remember as a kid, a time when an Innocent-murdered was a startling rarity. ... now it's everyday news. Remembering this girl as you so caringly have, is a poignant reminder that life is always precious.

[Chris Shaw]

Thank you Dylan. I appreciate you sharing your thoughts. Sadly too many murders these days.

Chris

[D. Mansfield]

What a sad but great poem, not your normal style. I loved it

[Chris Shaw]

Thank you Danny. My muse went dark here. Influenced by the troubles years ago in N Ireland. Pleased you enjoyed the read and I appreciate your visit.

Chris

[Moraša Kouřil]

Might not make sense to all but to me it feels like a brew of E.A. Poe and Stephen King. And I mean that in the best way possible, big fan of both.

"though left to hang upon a gate
a fragment caught of torn
white lace"
What a lovely part. White lace, so innocent.
Makes me wonder so much, there is so much hidden. To kill a once loved girl, I wonder what could've happened...

[Chris Shaw]

Thank you so much. Yes it is a dark poem and was inspired by the troubles in Northern Ireland some time ago. I appreciate your thoughts.

Chris

[Michael Sun Bear]

Wow! Such words of power, a poem well crafted. A mesmerizing story.

[Chris Shaw]

Thank you for your visit and encouraging review. Much appreciated.

Chris

[Pete]

a tragic tale that grabbed me by the collar right from the beginning and never let go. not knowing details of what happened adds to the intensity. i don;t see how it could get any better than this. i stand in awe of your writing skills that give us a glimpse into a sharp mind and an even deeper soul.

my favorite part -

the wind that blew
across the fields of barley
ripened in the sun

[Chris Shaw]

Thank you dear Pete for a fabulous review. So pleased you enjoyed my efforts. The muse has been mean lately:)

Chris

[Pete]

lol. we must answer when they call.

[Aarti Sriram]

Some Crime seems to have happened and time has since then passed but still there is no evidence left of what had happened except a torn piece of white lace that gangs on a gate. It is possibly hinting the ill fate of a girl who was in love. She is nomore and burried and her perpetrators seems to have gone unnoticed. Not a single witness of this tragedy and as days passed she is forgotten and her truth may never come to light. An entire episode from her love life to death captured poetically. I havent read poems like this, perhaps may be once or twice,dont remember any though!!. Liked your style of writing and the tragedy it builds up in small and crisp way, very impactful dear Chris ,thanks for a dramatic share,enjoyed!

[Chris Shaw]

Thank you so much Aarti. I love the review you have left here for me. Your thoughts are very much appreciated. All good wishes.

Chris

[Dave]

To be taken so tragically and no one to know where or what happened to her. This is a dark and powerful piece.
Take care - Dave

[Chris Shaw]

Thank you Dave for stopping by. Hope all is well with you and your loved ones. All the best.

Chris

[Cherrie]

Powerful. Very powerful. It played out like a sorrowful memory.

[Chris Shaw]

Thank you dear Cherrie. Pleased you stopped by.

Chris

[red93]

Shades of Kipling's 'The Way Through The Woods' with this nicely turned Piece - mysterious, a bit 'dark', but really well crafted - England still has so many untold stories to tell, even now. Exceptional ✨️✨️✨️✨️✨️

[Chris Shaw]

Thank you Tony. Yes. it is a dark subject but was influenced by the troubles in Northern Ireland in the 70’s. Injustice was on my mind. I so much appreciate your thoughts. Have a good Wednesday.

Chris