Shadows
written by: Jane Davidson
Everyday, you drive by the church
With oak doors, always closed;
Sea gulls crying overhead.
Everyday, you skip by
The memorial cross, glancing
At the bright red poppies
Placed there so carefully
You wonder why?
Everyday, you stand outside
The church smiling, happy
As the bride throws her bouquet
Into the future.
Everyday, the Church bells tow
For the last time.
Jane lives in Portsmouth, enjoys reading, writing poetry and short stories. She was a mature student at Portsmouth University studying English Literature and graduated with a BA Honours degree. 2023 Runner up in the short story competition with Portsmouth book fest with “The Lucky Sixpence.” She did voluntary work as an appropriate adult and is currently helping running the family business.
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