The Watch
on Sheila Ash (India), 06/Oct/2014 05:35, 34 days ago
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My Creative Writing Tutor set us homework . We had to imagine an item of jewellery, and using our term’s theme of light and dark, write a piece about the impact the object has. This is what I wrote. Contained now within a small boxthe remains of all her hopes and dreamsfor what might have been, but now will not.She reads again“To Rupert with all my love Florence”and the tears roll down her facedashing asunder her classless decorum. The crack that cuts across the glassa wound bleeding time till time ceasedLife on hold amidst the unseen unimagined horrorsunleashed by endless bombings by the Hun. Amidst those squelching, mud sodden, rat ridden tunnelsthe sudden smell of new mown hayacross fields yet to bloom their blood red poppies of remembrancethe colourless phosgene green cloudsseeping silently like water into papersoaking into every nook and cranny, every pleat and foldfinding every uncovered nose and mouth. The acid scars and blisters skinthe lungs gasp and rasptill finally the heart stopsjust like his watchat 11.15.. © Sheila Ash, 2014.ashramblings
