will they

​

she loved her broken china​

dressed in the bridal gown​

of a woman decades dead​

she placed the moth-eaten veil​

upon her head​

draping it over her unkempt hair​

declaring herself wealthy​

​

holding onto her ​

precious things​

a silver-plaited​

rhinestone ring​

she found on a bus​

on her twentieth​

anniversary​

she slipped it over her knuckles​

and called herself a lady​

​

she loved television​

and lottery tickets​

they made her feel famous​

as if she could be rich​

if only she slept​

with both eyes open​

​

she chased her children​

into the street​

and locked the door behind her​

when she came in to see​

whose daughter vanessa ​

was bearing​

what princess diana​

was wearing tonight​

​

somebody should have told her​

that rings and things​

--i told her yesterday--​

rings and things​

won't remember her ​

when she's gone​

now will they?​

 

way to end it with a rhetorical question...make a person think...good poem...i liked the concept...

 

wow.... I love the characterisation...you really pity the deluded dear! and I love the last part esp - I told her yesterday- really effective

 

Great great poem...lovely play with words