24 May 2007

Highgate, Wearing Smiles With Mouths Shut...

I've seen a silence upon the face of a man, a man surrounded by a colourless cluster in a field of stone. A man with two straight narrow tears pulling their way down his flattened cheeks, a father of two who had not reached the height of his waist - his clean hands held; one to the right and one to the left. The volume of this arrangement, paused, a pain to the eyes, lingering soundless period muddled with an inability to understand why this is not a play time. A muted knell without saying goodbye, never to be seen again, parted a gift of a feeling that'll never shake and a wish to turn around to start again.


Blogger One Wink at a Time said...

This is so painful and so beautifully written. Stark but full of hurting and longing. The overwhelming question "Why?" I can feel the presence of the deceased and the power "she" wields over the scene. Everything is cold and gray but for the warm tears and the hearts beating mournfully.
So silent, so final. So wrong.


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