Wednesday, 8 January 2014

Anna's glass


The empty champagne glass,
tall, slender,
drops of gold reflecting.

It’s a-hundred-and-forty quid a bottle.
Her favourite drink.
She was never cheap.

This was part of a life so full;
sometimes random,
often extreme.

She lived to the limits
of her 35 years;
she loved the edges,
took all the risks.

Oh yes, she truly lived.
Now there is only a clear table,
a clean white cloth

and one empty champagne glass.
Yet there is light there,
shining through it.
Still, life.


Written after the funeral of Anna-jamie Lorimer, held on January 7, 2014. She died aged only 35.