He remembers the soft arc of her
back the day she left, how darkness
shifted across her eyes, the moon shuddering
into view. Remembers saying, for you I will
shift the horizon, stop the tide, hold time back.
But she was returning to the tight music of winter.
He still carries her body inside him and the chill
that set in that night. The bedroom mirror holds
her face, the brush her final blonde hairs
and the second hand on the antique clock
her mother gave them refuses to move on.
I love the way this poem feels.
Thanks Mandy! Glad you felt this one.
This is fantastic – one of my favourites I think. I love ‘He still carries her body inside him and the chill
that set in that night.’
Wow, that means alot Gabe! Glad this one is up with your favourites.
poignant and moving…
Thank you!
such a great title to walk with the words…
gentle, cloudy and the line in between.. art.
Thank you Dhyan… am glad the pivotal line really hooked you.
This sings in its water
and in its shadings
and cross hatched texture of lines
fine like hair.
so very you!
A.Joy
Thanks Amanda… that is such a beautiful response.
Hey Graham, love ‘the moon shuddering
into view’ and ‘the tight music of winter’ – what awesome descriptions!