shrine on a high bridge

shrine on a high bridge
 
tight to the railings;
baby’s palm print,
blue bootees
cellophane wrapped freesias
and, scrawled in black crayon – 
tear sodden,
 
“please pray for baby and me.
Life has got too much for me.
I’m sorry. I’m sorry.
Don’t think badly of me…
I’m sorry, Jilly”
 
on the walkway
a candle stub
an empty bottle of Beaujolais.

© coolhermit 2021
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Guaj

Very sad. This made me think about Hemingway’s classic one line tragedy.

Guaj

Personally I wouldn’t change it, Rick.
I think it speaks for itself but it has a nice touch of mystery to get the reader/audience thinking
But it’s your poem to do as you want with it 😉

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