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Her name was Marjorie Harper

Member since 2002 · Posted 19 Oct 2007 · 5 comments

I died a blur in half moon glasses her eyes reflected the blitz. I never told the nurse till nine, holding her in television blue it was all she remembered. A nurse turned her bed fresh linen for fresh dead and the sky of Marigolds were plucked from a china vase headfirst into polythene. Salaried pats from a light hand, carbon dioxide aplologies, the night nurse offered a glacier mint the chaplain offered the Lord I took none, just the vase and her velour dressing gown with her scent of April

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[9] pete 19-Oct-07/1:59 PM Reply

she died a poem
and were you god
ten would be the score

[n/a] Caducus 20-Oct-07/10:54 AM Reply

Bloody hell. you know you've done ok when rockmage gives a 10. thanks (not for the score but for the :)

[10] Skamper 22-Oct-07/10:27 PM Reply

awed

[10] INTRANSIT 23-Oct-07/1:25 PM Reply

Polythene and aplologies. But you friggen nailed it!

[7] Musicman 24-Oct-07/10:27 AM Reply

As a new member to this site this is the best I have read so far. It appears you have a creative flair but please spell check your "aplologies". Also, if this rockmage person gave it a 10 does he not see a couple of technical issues with this poem, since he sets himself up as a critic of some knowledge on poesie? That is if he has REAL knowledge. But I have read a few of his Senryus. Although a few are interesting, I do not see any prodigious SKILL.