Invicta
by G.E. Simons
He would cry as he sang Christmas carols
Booming musical tears from pale, wet eyes
A conductor in Harris Tweed
Above a folded Burberry mackintosh
Cushioning the pews
Combed a thumb over slide rule moustache
As military tears soaked into hymnbook pages
Before midnight broadcasts
Live from Canterbury cathedral
Made those pale eyes dewy again
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The blue cornflowers of tradition shuddered in the youth of war...
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"pale eyes dewy again"
Fine ending note. *
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This feels very careful and restrained. Like tiptoeing through the scene. Nice.
Wonderful writing.*
Hearkens back to something tender in the mist. One of the few times I've wanted to use the word, 'hearkens' but it felt right. *
Oh I like this, and am so glad JLD pointed me here from Editor's Eye.
"Combed a thumb over slide rule moustache
As military tears soaked into hymnbook pages"
I like the images here.