I take it this was a funeral, where stark snapshot images often get captured to play back later.
Some very vivid imagery here, Phil.
'by a girl
clutching grief
in a handkerchief.’
There was a woman at a family funeral a few months ago, crushing a limp tissue, desperately holding herself together. I’ve no idea who she was but your words recall her as clear as ever.
Cheers Gyppo. Appreciated. I’m seeking, to some extent, to tone down some of my Dylan Thomas excesses after what you said about your use of language.
I love each image and the odd juxtapositions. However, and maybe i am being dim i dont see the connection between the cuff stain and stand next to the girl. To me the way is written makes it seem like you need her hanky to wipe the stain. Also struggle with nevertheless which suggests you are at the funeral despite the dog pissing in the snow. But could be me miss- reading this. It has been known
Cheers Dave. Very helpful. I originally had ‘his’ and changed to ‘my’, but have restored the ‘his’. N.has an eye for what detracts. I have edited the ‘nevertheless’ to ‘politely’ to foreground the ‘surface’ behaviour.