never guilty of an underactive imagination, I'm totally captivated
by this dainty silver mesh handbag
with gently swirling flowers and the name E SHORE 1916
engraved on the frame.
1916. . .WW1. . .Battle of the Somme. . .
20,000 British casualties on the first day alone. . .
boys marching into death before their lives had even begun.
Did he buy it for her wedding day,
the dashing Captain Shore?
To walk side by side down the aisle on his next leave
thoughts of battle clouded by her gentle beauty.
A few short day of heaven
a heartbreaking farewell
and return to indescribable hell.
And did she get to wear it,
this token of undying love?
Did she get to love him
for years and years and years
and grow old in eachother's arms?
Or was he only a memory
wrapped in tissue, tied with ribbon, blessed with tears
and laid to rest in a bottom drawer.
Until I saw the tiny number 800 stamped inside the frame
I hadn't realised it was silver.
800 silver was commonly used for jewellery making
in France and Belgium in the early 20th C
Alas, "needs must" at the moment so the purse is offered for sale
I shall be very, very sad to see it go. . .