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On August 31st 1997, Diana, Princess of Wales was tragically killed when a car carrying herself and Dodi Fayed crashed in Paris.
Many readers who appear to have difficulty accessing
You Tube directly for one reason or another have asked me to repeat the link to a my friend Graham's video of the memorial in Hyde Park along with two poems I read over it:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=t_iX3LzGK4k
Meanwhile, here is a
new poem written in memory of a remarkable woman; a devoted mother whose beauty,
charm, and capacity for compassion won hearts and minds wherever she went; traits she has clearly passed on to her children.
She wasn’t without
flaws, you might say, so tell me then...who isn't?
DEATH OF A PRINCESS
Brought to its knees
the day she died, the world
asked questions,
demanded answers,
cried
itself to sleep
Media loved to play
the blame game, but no one
(quite) convinced
by speculation compromising
its integrity
Crowds played out
the performance of a lifetime
at the palace gates
while its key players left
them to it
Hysteria over a flag
left flying high and crying out
for half-mast
lent tunnel vision an air
of plausibility
Elsewhere, a family
resolved to protect its own
devising new ways
of doing the walk and talking
the talk
Diana, on an island
of dreams, inviting royalty
and ordinary people
to rise above tears like petals
between showers
Brought to its knees
the day she died, the world
still asks questions,
demands answers,
cries
itself to sleep
Copyright R. N.
Taber 2012
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