Thursday, February 20, 2025

Widow's Last Winter

 

Death - come & cover me - burs & soft twine   

Turning feet to plum,  bones to earth - bury

My face under orchid's sun, wild cherry 


My body is bent tree, crowing to wind

Pining to fly & ride the last ferry   

Death - come & cover me - burs & soft twine  

Turning feet to plum,  bones to earth - bury


This weighted sadness, blue trimmed with iced-rime

Spinning legs more than I care to carry  

Recalling a love, sweet as mulberry

Death - come & cover me - burs & soft twine   

Turning feet to plum,  bones to earth - bury

My face under orchid's sun, wild cherry 



Posted for dVerse Poets Pub- Poetry Form is English Madrigal. Join us when the pub doors open at 3pm EST. Thank you for your comments and visits.

11 comments:

  1. I love this part of the refrain, Grace. “Turning feet to plum, bones to earth - bury

    My face under orchid's sun, wild cherry”

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  2. Beautifully written, Grace. I especially love the idea of ‘my face under orchid's sun’ and ‘recalling a love, sweet as mulberry’.

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  3. Am immense, and whimsical sadness swirls around your evocative words,quite powerfully..'recalling a love, sweet mulberry' perhaps the saddest line...beautiful poetry, I did not dare study it too long earlier lest it influence me too much, such a strong atmosphere that it has.

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  4. The title hints at the dark theme but, yet you were able to incorporate the senses with plums and cherries. At least there was that recall of love in the end.

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  5. I especially love your refrain, particularly " Death - come & cover me - burs & soft twine." The contrast between the inevitable burrs that will mar the buried body and the soft twine with which it is lovingly bound..an incredible image.

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  6. Love and Death - never far apart in the poet's psyche - beautifully written Grace...

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  7. Grace, I love the organic nature of your poem. The ache of grief is palpable. This description so acute:
    "weighted sadness, blue trimmed with iced-rime"

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  8. The somber title of your Madrigal set the tone for what followed. This is beautifully composed, Grace.

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  9. This was both sad and beautiful, Grace! I loved it!

    Yvette M Calleiro :-)
    http://yvettemcalleiro.blogspot.com

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  10. I have come back to this a few times, and initially I found it evoked a grieving that tapped my accumulated grief. But on subsequent reading I found it to be a tender surrender and one I can lean into. Heart stuff. ❤️

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  11. Sombre and beautiful, the refrain is particularly stunning. What a fine example you gave to follow, Grace.
    Thanks for such an interesting prompt.

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