When the Talking Stopped

 

Jean Jones

 

Email: jeantatton@yahoo.co.uk

 

 

In the faint hum of the afternoon

Laden bees buzz, buzzing

Among the musky bloom.

Teddy urged to drink his share

His mouth firmly unyielding

Amid the milk-stained hair

And I remember laughing

When as she shelled the peas

The maggot popped up - smiling.

But then - the warning siren.

 

The sky looked sad, downcast

The sun had closed its eyes.

Jagged stairs still clung to the wall

- Embedded deep

Like the nails in my clenched palms,

For now there was only rubble

And broken - broken stems

Where those fingers had gently tended

The few flowers in the yard.

 

With inner sense dismantled,

I mouthed it would be all right,

But teddy just stared glass-eyed

- Reflecting  my own doubt.

 

 ©2007 Jean Jones

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