Upon the Mending of a Broken Man

Upon the Mending of a Broken Man

Armed only

with

a handful of

old prayers,

pheasant

tail feathers

and dry

fern fronds ..

She set

upon the task

of mending

a very

broken man ..

She toiled

at night

by candlelight

while

the others

slept, as was

their right,

albeit fitfully ..

For she,

was so intent

upon

the mending

of a very

broken man

indeed ..

And she would

not rest

until with skill

and just a

touch of magic ..

She

had mended

him wholly

and seamlessly ..

And he

again, might

lay beside her

as a lover

and the father

of their children ..

 

 

Reviews

[Chris Shaw]

Old prayers, pheasant tail feathers and dry fern fonds are not all she has to
mend a broken man. She has devotion and she has it in bucket loads. So determined is she to mend him. I had images of Africa here, certainly a poor country where perhaps old methods of healing are used. I saw her tending him while the others slept. I felt you were there too. I was touched by her loving devotion. Beautiful poetry Neville.

Chris

[Neville]

How does she do it .. You are bang on target our Chris .. the inspiration for much of this particular scribble stems from observations made in Senegal .. Thank you so bloomin much .. Yours truly,

Neville :)

[Chris Shaw]

I must be clairvoyant lol. or maybe your poetry creates the ambience that I can lock in to :)

[Neville]

..................... feels good to me chuck ta again :)