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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I love the back and forth of rhyming and not rhyming. The story is lowercase to keep the pace unbroken and letting the breaks do all the talking. It conveys the quietness of tragedies that get buried, the quietus even. It is quiet but in the way that a stranger staring at you is quiet.

Posted 1 Month Ago


Chris Shaw

1 Month Ago

Many thanks for stopping by Rustling Leaves and leaving a review for me. I very much appreciate your.. read more
Leaves me wondering if it is based on a real event. It comes across as a memory of one who lived in the area of the crime. I think the paucity of details is deliberate, the lack of the girl's identity making the crime all the more tragic.

Posted 1 Month Ago


Chris Shaw

1 Month Ago

The inspiration for this John was the troubles in Northern Ireland in the 70’s. I deliberately kep.. read more
Tremendous imagery. You take the reader into the scene.

Posted 1 Month Ago


Chris Shaw

1 Month Ago

Many thanks Thomas. I appreciate your words.
Spectacular as always, Chris. I was appalled to see your account was down for a moment, I'm glad you're back. The world needs more poets like you in it.

Posted 1 Month Ago


Chris Shaw

1 Month Ago

Oh my friend, your review delights me. Thank you for your kindness. I took a break. I was weary. You.. read more
The storytelling and how you smoothly added the darker tones is almost seamless and breath-taking. It is so enigmatic and soul-wrenching in the best way possible.

Posted 1 Month Ago


Chris Shaw

1 Month Ago

Your review is such an encouragement for me. I haven’t been able to write for a while. Thank you s.. read more
I almost feel this has a Thomas Hardy feel to it. A palpable atmosphere. That strikes home in its Englishness.

Posted 1 Month Ago


Chris Shaw

1 Month Ago

Many thanks Ken and especially for mentioning me in the same breath as Thomas Hardy. If I remind you.. read more
I rather agree with Jacob's description where he talks of a haunting quality. There's certainly sadness here - and indeed a shudder. (Oh, and we do have ears and ears - the things we've had for years and years that will be witnessed by seers and seers! Cheers!)

Posted 1 Month Ago


Chris Shaw

1 Month Ago

Thank you Andrew. Yes we have ears, and so does the barley crop. I’m pleased that this poem create.. read more
The title sets the tone in mystery and where this could go. Packed by raw emotion in rugged ground. Nice work Chris.

Posted 1 Month Ago


Chris Shaw

1 Month Ago

Thanks duff. Always good to find you have stopped by. I appreciate your encouragement. Have a good d.. read more
I search my imagination for more details, wanting to know how and why this tragedy happened. Like Jacob, I feel a haunting vibe to the story. For the life of me, I'll never understand such senseless brutality. I love your rhymes and the story is the best.

Posted 1 Month Ago


Chris Shaw

1 Month Ago

Many thanks Sam for leaving me such an encouraging response. I appreciate you stopping by and I am p.. read more
Such a sad tragedy too often real in a society where life is cheap and time is expensive. This reminded me of the true Appalachian tales of Tom Dooley and Frankie Silver. I enjoyed.

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Fabian G. Franklin

1 Month Ago

One of my ancestors, Mary Jane Denton, was supposedly at the hanging of Frankie Silver in Morganton .. read more
Chris Shaw

1 Month Ago

You know public executions, just freak me out, but history was very cruel back in the day. Particula.. read more
Fabian G. Franklin

1 Month Ago

I just finished reading Legacy by Susan Kay about Elizabeth I. Great book, though fiction. It still.. read more

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Chris Shaw
Chris Shaw

Berkshire, United Kingdom



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