A PIOUS WOMAN
She loves God: approves of no man.
Small face sour with disapproval,
she clutches a well-thumbed hymnal.
Watch her Sundays,
drop shillings in collection tins,
repent an absence of real sins
with contrite gaze.
See her weekdays, at the church hall,
organising the removal
of dead flowers. A pious woman.
She loves God: approves of no man.
Small face sour with disapproval,
she clutches a well-thumbed hymnal.
Watch her Sundays,
drop shillings in collection tins,
repent an absence of real sins
with contrite gaze.
See her weekdays, at the church hall,
organising the removal
of dead flowers. A pious woman.
I particularly like the line; 'repent an absence of real sins' , great poem.
ReplyDeleteThanks John. The lady I based this on was, I suspect, as pure as driven snow. If she sinned, then it was surely the sin of not fully living the life given her.
ReplyDeleteHow sad not to have lived a life to the full. A poem that's painted a picture for me; a stooped lady clad in faded black, with a scournfull air about her.
ReplyDeleteYou're not wrong, Julian!
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