mai venn


Anne Alone


All alone
You came to the grounds of Granard’s Church.
Frightened; forsaken,
What could be worse?
Oh Anne, your were but a child and not much more
When the pangs of labour,
All alone, you had to endure.
Your labour bed was a sheet of glass,
Your midwifes were the clouds that passed.
Anne, your life was to end in sorrow,
For your, there were no bright tomorrow.
Those closed doors and twitching curtains,
Nuns and priest that turned the other way.
We will never know for certain,
The true story of your final day

(R.I.P. Anne)

Submitted: Saturday, July 06, 2013
Edited: Wednesday, July 17, 2013

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  • Hazel Durham (7/28/2013 4:12:00 PM)

    I remember when this true story happened it was a terrible tragedy, you have written it with such tenderness!
    Beautiful write! (Report) Reply

  • imran Shah (7/14/2013 8:20:00 AM)

    Its a sad story but good use of imagery to depict the behaviour of the past. good piece of work. (Report) Reply

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