Thursday, November 24, 2016

Darkness after the 9th hour


Your last breath is our cross
We are now shadows, unmoving 
as we gaze at your body on couch

That Death's hands touched you
Painting you common mortal
under heavy curtains of dusk 

Death is a thief
Robbing you of frail parting words 
Our hearts are shattered ivory

Do you hear our choir of tears? 
We implore darkness to hide our grief
Swallow us whole, bury us as sands 
beneath your swollen feet

Myrrh on your bosom, chin & cheeks
can't stifle the stench of death in air

We remember you, as we pray
Eternal Mother, our undiminished light






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14 comments:

  1. Wow - the darkness, and the death, the ivory hearts. What a splendid painting of words.

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  2. That's an incredible painting and a marvellous poem, Grace! I love the title and there is plenty of darkness in the shadows, the 'body on the couch', 'Death's hands', the 'heavy curtains of dusk' and there's that very atmospheric 'choir of tears'. Chilling!

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  3. Very real very effective for me. The pacing of carefully chosen words really works well.

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  4. The interplay of words here is striking...such resonant phrases...a wonderful poem Grace.

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  5. We have a different view of death.
    But that doesn't make your words less powerful.
    (it makes it more so)

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  6. Sure brings about the darkness indeed as each word takes seed.

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  7. Demise can be just as beautiful for special persons. They are deserving in darkness! Great wordcraft Grace!

    Hank

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  8. Very effective words with that painting, especially like the opening verse.

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  9. Myrrh on your bosom, chin & cheeks
    can't stifle the stench of death in air

    Such poignant & powerful phrasing here, Grace ❤️ Kudos!

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  10. Such stunning imagery in almost every line...most beautiful Grace..."We implore darkness to hide our grief / Swallow us whole, bury us as sands / beneath your swollen feet" I can so relate to this...

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  11. The most fragrant perfumes can not mask death.

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  12. Grace, you have really drawn a vivid picture of that thief Death!

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  13. Shadows of
    Holy
    Sacred
    niGht
    liVing
    in more than
    myth riSinG liGhts
    deep
    in
    closets
    hidden human
    liGht of more than clothed death..:)

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