The Mother, the Mistress
The Mistress, the Mother

At a memorial service
For those lost to time
Two women mourn
The Man

It begins to rain
She opens the only umbrella
Closer they huddle
Over his grave

And in an instant
It’s of no importance
That he never brought her home

(This was written in 2009, again for performance in response to the Expressionist Play - 'Crucifixtion'. It fitted into the performance as a reflective poem - looking back at the carnage and simply tells a personal story. Long pause before the last line = poignancy. Hopefully!).