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By Mr_E_Writer
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08 May 2008 |
The story has very little to do with the title - I just wanted to play with Bernie's words.
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Nestled between the playing fields and a parade of tired convenience stores, the church gates, draped in nonchalant bindweed, stand rusted open to any and all who might care to enter.
Lying in silence, the cemetery is occupied by a solitary weather-beaten headstone upon the face of which, etched with almost child-like disinterest, are seven simple words of remembrance: Here Lies the Village - Rest in Peace.
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Nonchalant Bindweed
Written by Katanga (724 comments posted) 8th May 2008 | I like this short piece, and for me the phrase 'nonchalant bindweed' really stands out.
Reminds me od Wilfred Owen's 'fatuous sunbeams'.
One small thing - 'Laying' should, strictly speaking, be 'Lying'. Otherwise, I think these two paragraphs are beautifully crafted.
Sorry to be picky!
Cheers!
John |
Written by Mr_E_Writer (131 comments posted) 8th May 2008 | Thanks, John.
Being an 'onest geezer I always struggle with the correct usage of lying. In this case I will bow to your strictness and have corrected accordingly.
However, the village still appears bereft of life! It is an ex-village.
Regards, Eric. |
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