touch

Posted: 02/11/2011 in house of strangers

in dresses and pinchy shoes

sis and i crossed the road to church

where grand dad lester’s viewing was.

he looked fake.

auntie pat grab sis’s hand, say, touch him.

she did, but i kicked auntie pat and ran.

later, around dinnertime, there was a wedding

at the church with

a happy bride and

rice.

for G Man’s flash 55

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Comments
  1. G-Man says:

    Shay…
    This is an odd place here at WordPress.
    But your 55 was intriguing.
    I have relatives that are obsessed with touching the dead…Creepy!
    Thanks for playing today.
    I just Love it when you post a 55.
    I always feel very honored.
    You Rock The Mitten baby.
    Thanks for playing, and have a Kick Ass Week-End…Galen

  2. Talon says:

    You made the leap to wordpress, Shay!

    This is an unsettling 55. It’s one thing to touch the dead because you feel compelled – another to ask a child.

  3. hedgewitch says:

    Had the same feeling at my grandfather’s funeral. I wasn’t kid, but I couldn’t go anywhere near the casket, or even look at “him” –he was somewhere else.

    Amazing that was only 55 words, too.

  4. moondustwriter says:

    Open caskets are creepy;who wants to touch the dead?

    Shay you address issues and pull emotion from the reader – you approach each angle like a work of art

    Hugs my friend and like the WP look but I’m partial to WP

  5. hedgewitch says:

    wasn’t “a” kid…sorry, fingers not quite connected to brain yet this morning.

  6. Brendan says:

    Children just don’t get death — I remember a niece at my grandmother’s funeral who talked about “the lady in the box.” As perhaps it should be. I like the naked contrast.

  7. Mama Zen says:

    This totally gave me the creeps. Wicked good.

  8. I REMEMBER those dresses and pinchy shoes! Loved the child’s eye view of the funeral, “he looked fake”. I remember my grandkids at my mom’s funeral, open casket, and they had made up her face in such a way she didnt look herself, had a horrible frown, scared the little kids to death. Cool, to have a wedding in the same place, in your poem – death, and then life. Going on. Good one, I really liked it.

  9. brian miller says:

    i touch no men named lester, dead or otherwise. i do throw rice though….

  10. sue j says:

    I don’t blame you for running, I would too! You express much in a short piece. I like it.

  11. Kavita says:

    Whheeww!! What a contrasting set of images!! How odd it must be …no?!
    Quite a creepy 55! But superb nonetheless!

  12. Judy Black says:

    Open caskets are freaky. Reminds me of a day where I went to a funeral in the morning and a wedding that evening, the clash of feelings gave me emotional whiplash and that’s what this poem does, in a great way.

  13. wkkortas says:

    It is the whole “circle of life”–childhood, the full bloom of love, and death–all wrapped up in one neat, tight package. The voice of the narration is pitch-perfect. Top-shelf work.

  14. Eng.Hasan Al-Bahkali says:

    Nice blog

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