Last Supper Poem by Prionsías Ó Canáin

Last Supper

Rating: 4.9


Pass the salt,
Is, he thinks, what it is she had just said
As he raised the forty five right angled to her head.

Igniting cordite,
And surprise, in those blue beautiful eyes
That he promised he would not part from - 'til she were dead.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Ron Flowers 28 July 2008

A very meaningful write. I love it. Ron

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Your writing is amazing... only thing I ask of you is to keep going Kat

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Bill Thomas 29 July 2008

Witty, tightly written, not a spare word there - you manage to tell a huge story in so few lines. Excellent. Keep on!

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Dee Daffodil 29 July 2008

Oh Oh....no good can come from bringing a 45 to the dinner table! ! : -) Hugs, Dee

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James B. Earley 30 July 2008

A promise is........indeed.........a promise!

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Kumarmani Mahakul 02 April 2019

From those and in those blue beautiful eyes salty water dwells and this creates an amazing scene. A brilliant poem is wisely penned.10

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Lourdes Schopenhauer 09 August 2008

A clever little jewel this poem is. Nothing like a tiny murderballad to brighten up the day.

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Original Unknown Girl 06 August 2008

Scary chilling and just a little bit clever! Succint and it works perfectly! HG: -) xx

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Tai Chi Italy 03 August 2008

lol did she say, tenderly composed POC? rofl I was gonna say, you Irish are such brutes with the funniest sense of humour! rofl Yes it is clever, Love the title and the salt was perfect for her wound! rofl grinning at you, Tai

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This is SO clever... and tenderly composed. t x

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