For the 96

28 Years

She’s waited for years
Straining to hear his key in the lock
She waited all night
Holding the pillow, as if it would help
She sat down on the bed
Her heart did a flip in her chest
The commentary changed
The match was just starting
She was stripping the sheets from the bed,with the radio on
She went back to her work
He went out of the door with a smile
Afraid he’d miss the coach
She was fretting
He kissed her goodbye in a rush.


This is another blast from the past for dVerse OLN. It’s a backwards poem I wrote for NaPoWriMo 2016. The Hillsborough inquest has just finished, and people will be put on trial. The families have waited a long time for this. It seemed appropriate to re-post this today, with respect and sorrow. 


22 thoughts on “For the 96

    • There’s something particularly painful about the fact that this is all coming out while the Grenfell fire is still such a massive, massive issue. It’s the disregard for safety, the assumption that the poor, the voiceless, don’t matter. I am angry too.

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  1. And it seems, we have always had a disregard for the poor. I think of the first killings of Jack the Ripper, which really didn’t matter because the women were poor and prostitutes and then….. A poignant and sad poem. Reading it from the bottom up moved me to tears.


  2. Powerful opening/closing … what slipped through unnoticed forward was the ultimate shock coming in retrospect. It’s been a painfully long journey, despite not “walking alone”.


  3. Very affecting. I agree with all the above comments. At first I thought the “match” was a ball game, but re-thought it as I read from bottom to top. It’s excellent work and must have been difficult to manage poetically. Each line works with the others, but also each line stands alone poignantly. Brilliant!

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  4. Finally together..then apart. Makes me think of a woman awaiting her love to return from war or something. The tangle of furious passion and energy when they’re together.. Satisfied, then waiting anxious to meet again.


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