Brief Blindspot Poem by Tony Jolley

Brief Blindspot

Rating: 5.0


She wasn’t exactly labouring
Under the lop-sided load,
But ‘listing’, rather;
Her frail fingers paying the price
Of having the temerity
To wage a Wednesday afternoon war
Against the god of Gravity.

Through the lens
Of a vacant stare
She might once have called
‘Resignation’,
She appeared motionless:
A metaphor
Hanging
Between the here and the hereafter.

Then she was gone:
Lost to that brief blindspot
Between rear-view and wing mirror –
To become the bent back
Of a fast-fading memory:
A memory of someone.

Someone.

Someone I’d never know.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Alison Cassidy 04 April 2008

Accessible, your poetry seems to me, and beautifully crafted too. Each word weighed and measured (probably many discarded in the process) . Love your love affair with alliteration too. Gives the poem a real mark of authority. You share your ephemeral human moment, with compassion and a hint of a smile. Lovely poem. Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥

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Ernestine Northover 25 October 2005

I love the last verse and the sad ending. I wonder now, who she was. Sincerely Ernestine Northover

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