Saturday, 25 June 2016

angel with a sandwich



paradise was quick - 
and the promise of a never-ending party 
sealed the passage

on a voyage that took her 
far, far away from the crazy house 
and the clawing pain of living 
in that dirty place . . . 

a trip:  from which, it came to her - too late - 
there was no turning back

and so, she drifted, blindly, in a malignant sea 
that poisoned and degraded and abandoned
children to be broken and lost:  and left in a jumbled blur - 
lonely - as the echo of a hopeful word.

it was almost five o’clock 
and so, she sat, runny-cold 
against the bleak brick wall and waited . . .

holding on, in white scratches, 
for the one good thing:

the lady from street outreach 
who appeared -  kind as an angel, with a sandwich.

note:  published in 2014 in Scarlet Thistles Poetry Anthology (Beret Days Press)  ISBN 978-1-926495-00-2. 

photos:  Night Falls in the City - W. Bourke 

© 2014 Wendy Bourke    

18 comments:

  1. Sounds like she had a life of desperation. Thank goodness for the angel from Street Outreach! Hope it is the beginning of her turn-around.

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  2. "...the echo of a hopeful word."...so poignant and beautiful...

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  3. To recognize the guardian angel and make the best of the opportunity to renew life..that is all one can hope for.

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  4. I hope it's a turning point, I hope she can get the strength to raise and leave. The detail with the sandwich makes the Angel so much more real.

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  5. That first tiny step that could make her life change. Will she take it and see that it is her chance to claw her way back? Let's hope so.

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  6. Sometimes we are forced to jump - from the frying pan to the fire...from the party to the pavement..but that someone has seen is the most important gesture..the hope and the room to change..

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  7. and so, she drifted, blindly, in a malignant sea
    that poisoned and degraded and abandoned
    children to be broken and lost

    Oh.. this is such a poignant image..

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  8. you have spoken well, written well of this. there is hope somewhere out there in a cold and lonely world. gracias to the Street Outreach

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  9. Angels on here on earth; we give thanks for the balance
    A blessed Sunday to you Wendy

    much love...

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  10. Such despair but angels come to us when we least expect it...perhaps this angel will lead her to a turning point she can make....there is hope here....glad for that.

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  11. Thank goodness for the sandwich - the bread of life to feed hope for a new day.

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  12. Oh my goodness, Wendy, you have taken us right inside her sad life. I most admire "the clawing pain of living" that sent her to the streets, and "the echo of a hopeful word." This is one of your best. Fantastic writing. It has great impact. Thank heavens for that angel with a sandwich. Wish she could take her home.

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  13. Few things are a miraculous as the image of a helper who is willing and who reaches us just in time... and with the right tools for the helping.

    I love that this reads like a story. Full of possibilities...

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  14. You have depicted the voyage with such raw authenticity.

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  15. Oh, wow. I love how this starts out and funnels down to that precision point. Excellent poem.

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  16. i liked your poems about the city and its social issues. even in the darkest streets there are angels...

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  17. You bring us right there. Then in the midst of despair, the sandwich. Ahh….

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