Sonnet for a Suicide

(inspired by Robert Pinsky)

Morning sun on his face
steady motor murmur
vibrating the hose

Bluebells clamber
over the hill’s top –
nothing to remember

only the same engine noise
that keeps making the same sounds
under his head poised

and pulsing the same beat
no-one to say his name,
no need, no-one to praise him

only the engine’s voice – over
and over, running under him.

© M.L.Emmett

My brother killed himself on 26th April 2007 in a Bluebell Wood.
He died of Carbon Monoxide poisoning. Reposted to honour him.

Bluebells in Greys Court 2

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