2019 Day 18 – I Don’t Want To Write An Elegy

I don’t want to write an elegy
Because no-one I love
Should do anything as banal as dying.
I don’t want to write an elegy
Because it sounds so formal,
All Sunday-best and long faces
And the sickly sweet scent of lilies.
I don’t want to write an elegy
Because no-one I love
Is Sunday-best and formal,
Because you are wild dandelions
And hungover mornings
And songs sung off-key and loud as hell.
I don’t want to write an elegy
If you go ahead and die
Despite everything.
I want to scream and throw things
And rant at the unfairness of it all
And dress in clashing colours
And sing your favourite songs
Off-key in the middle of Market Street.
And if I should go first
Bear this in mind:
I don’t want you to write
A f***ing elegy.

 

Notes: The prompt was “Today, I’d like to challenge you to write an elegy of your own, one in which the abstraction of sadness is communicated not through abstract words, but physical detail. ” But I don’t want to…

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