It's the Weekend Wordle at A Prompt Each Day. Of the ten given words, I have used these nine - paradise, short, pyre, door, sea, name, humble, alive and hundreds.
On the opposite bank golden flames flickered. I watched transfixed, humbled by the solemnity of the family filing past the pyre which enveloped a lifeless body as it passed through the door to paradise.
I watched the remains being scattered in the flowing muddy water amid hundreds of swirling colourful petals and scraps of gaudy fabric as they started their short journey to the sea.
I knew not his name. I know nothing of him. The mourners have left now but flames flicker on, a sign that maybe he’s alive in spirit, but in a better place.
My piece is inspired by an actual incident I witnessed whilst in Nepal. It seemed disrespectful to take photographs at the time, so I took just this one after the funeral was over.
This is beautifully done, even given the tragedy.ReplyDelete
Thanks so much.Delete
a deeply moving poem, making all humbled...ReplyDelete
It was a moving experience and something I'll never forget.Delete
Wow. Nice poem. Pretty amazing that you witnessed something most read about in books or see in movies.ReplyDelete
It wasn't easy to watch, ut I'm glad I did. Thanks for dropping by.Delete
I think you were wise and considerate not to photograph the event. Thank you for sharing this. It's very nicely done.ReplyDelete