(15/07/56 / Curragh Camp, Co. Kildare, Eire.)

' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' '' Overburdened With Rainwater

Ahhh...your smile
lights up this room

you, as ever
its centre

head thrown back
before the spill of laughter

like a buttercup
overburdened with rainwater

hair scattered
in all directions

the wind
adoring its fiery tresses

you, the beautiful

& always
that pose

hand on hip
an ever-lit cigarette.

Some of us
still cry.

Others hold
back tears

like buttercups
overburdened with rainwater

& still you laugh
at our grief

locked into
the landscape

of your

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Comments (2)

Perhaps it was about her Onelia? Lovely imagery here Donall - enjoyed. HG: -) xx
I do not know why this poem called to my mind a photography of Anne Sexton with an ever-lit cigarette...