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My tribute to Oscar Wilde, ‘requiescat in pace’

“Holy Father”, she said, “please heal Pierre” — image by author using Bing Image Creator — source

Peace, Peace, she cannot hear
Lyre or sonnet,
All my life’s buried here,
Heap earth upon it.
from Requiescat by Oscar Wilde (1854–1900)

The poem you are about to read (assuming you keep scrolling) is my humble tribute to Oscar Wilde. I have replicated the line length and rhyme scheme of his exquisitely, heart wrenchingly, sorrowful poem, Requiescat, to craft a narrative poem that, despite having none of Mr Wilde’s lyrical mastery, is hopefully worthy of your readership. 🙏

She knelt beside the bed
palms pressed in prayer
“Holy Father,” she said,
“please heal Pierre.”

She held her son’s limp hand
“He’s all I have.
I know you understand.
Please let him live.”

Warm tears fell from her eyes
onto his face
“Dear Lord, what if he dies?
Bless us your grace.”