If I told you her name you wouldn’t have heard it before.
She picked up the rice after weddings, she keeps it in a dusty jar by her front door.
The effigies of Jesus Christ upon the altar mats - sometimes for days she’d knit.
She kept her kneeling space all clean, the same with where she’d sit.
She tidied the moss from half-forgotten headstones in they yard.
She stared all Sunday at the emerald patterns in the windows all time-marred.
She wandered lonely through the grasses laced with history and tears.
She often heard the local men alleviate all their sins and fears.
She died today.
There will be no special tombstone, as no-one will look for her.
Yet the priest has made her peace with Him, she never asked for anything more.
End.
Author notes
Inspired by the song "Elenor Rigby" by The Beatles.
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This is a very touching piece. I love that you got inspiration from that song and took it somewhere every bit as poignant.
This is written with a very soft and quiet feel, much like the life it reflects within the words.
I think it's a really good piece, with some lovely imagery, such as "the emerald patterns in the windows all time-marred". I also liked the line about the grass being laced with history and tears. That conjures up some wonderful images to mind.
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