Gone

Gone

A Poem by Chris Shaw
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A story

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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


© 2024 Chris Shaw


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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!

Posted 1 Week Ago


Chris Shaw

1 Week Ago

Thank you so much Aarti. I love the review you have left here for me. Your thoughts are very much ap.. read more
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

Posted 2 Weeks Ago


Chris Shaw

2 Weeks Ago

Thank you Dave for stopping by. Hope all is well with you and your loved ones. All the best.
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Powerful. Very powerful. It played out like a sorrowful memory.

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Chris Shaw

2 Weeks Ago

Thank you dear Cherrie. Pleased you stopped by.

Chris
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 ✨️✨️✨️✨️✨️

Posted 1 Month Ago


Chris Shaw

1 Month Ago

Thank you Tony. Yes. it is a dark subject but was influenced by the troubles in Northern Ireland in .. read more
The plot and the mood of your poem reminded me of ballads like "The Highwayman," or "Lord Randall." Very visceral, very human stories - just like this one here.

Ps.
I want to believe that there is divine justice - even if we cannot see it at work.

Posted 1 Month Ago


Chris Shaw

1 Month Ago

Thank you Laz for stopping by to share your thoughts. I too would like to believe there is divine ju.. read more
Chris,
Have you read the novel "Lovely Bones," it is a similar tale of tragedy, beautifully told as well...
Vol

Posted 1 Month Ago


Vol

1 Month Ago

Chris,
No... only in my dreams... it holds the blood of my people and when i get there, I won.. read more
Chris Shaw

1 Month Ago

I love that my country has that effect on you. It will be like a homecoming:)
Vol

1 Month Ago

Chris,
Really and truly... I fell in love with the whole idea of England/Great Britain, whin.. read more
What a tragic tale you tell in this poem! A girl assaulted in a field and no one misses her....no one knows what happened. Surely the perpetrator will do it all again. Not sure if this is based on a true story, but it sure is powerful. Lydi**

Posted 1 Month Ago


Chris Shaw

1 Month Ago

Hello Lydi*, this poem was much influenced by the troubles in Northern Ireland in the 70’s. People.. read more
A very unique poem, with a very dark poem especially from the second stanza.

Posted 1 Month Ago


Chris Shaw

1 Month Ago

Yes, it is a dark poem. Influenced by the troubles in Northern Ireland in the 1970’s. I wanted to .. read more
Dark very dark as dark as the grave. A murder and violation hidden that which is forbidden. There is no justice in this world except natures justice of death. This happens to all equally rich, poor evil good. I love this poem and it speaks to me in more than just its story, but in metaphor as well, we murder many things each day, though not literally metaphorically and they are buried not to be found

Posted 1 Month Ago


Chris Shaw

1 Month Ago

Thank you Soren. Yes this is a very dark poem and influenced by the troubles in Northern Ireland in .. read more

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Chris Shaw
Chris Shaw

Berkshire, United Kingdom



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