Condolences by Thea Smiley
- Jul 25
- 1 min read
Condolences
They send me condolences.
I sew them together to make a dress of sadness.
I take their pity and make a hat
decorated with roses.
I catch their tears and hang each shining drop
on a chain around my neck.
My grief is stored in a dark place.
Rolls of sorrow are lodged inside me.
They’re tightly wound and weighty,
a coarse, sombre cloth I haven’t worn before.
If I can ever get it out and cut it,
I won’t be able to push a needle through it.
I don’t own a pattern for a gown of mourning.
I’ve never sewn with such a fragile thread.
So, I accept their condolences
and stitch them together to make this dress.
Thea Smiley is a poet from Suffolk. In 2025 she came second in the Yaffle’s Nest competition and was nominated for a Pushcart Prize. This year her debut collection has been shortlisted by Live Canon, she came second in the Ver Poets Open competition, and won the Artemesia poetry competition.

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