In the crisp, cold air under pale moonlight,
I hear your cries through the long, dark night.
Screeching screaming snowblind fright
hallowed by holy dreams of flight
for the children that you left behind,
for the lover waiting down the aisle,
for the furry angels at home alone,
for the grace of God to you now known,
for all the friends and family ties
that forever to that day will bind
thoughts of missing who you were
to memories of a time obscured.
And I still hear you calling out
every night my fate is dealt
in nightmares by Orion’s Belt
the moonlight singing, words unspelt.
Echoes lonely though you cry
a misty rain from heaven’s high
it’s cold and snowfall taps my eyes
I want to see you one last time
Thunder pounds inside my chest
I try to lie in peace-like rest
with tunnel vision from the past
to future-forward days at last
I reckon, beckon to a shadow’s ride
the night the snow whispered you’d died.
The sound, that sound, moonlight in Winter
haunts my restless soul in ember
to turn and walk away
from ghosts and dreams and childish play…
Well…I couldn’t avoid it forever. Today’s prompt was to write an elegy. I figured since I have 14 months worth of those, maybe I should attempt something a little more formal and/or classic – and that’s what this is: an attempt, 😉
Ashes to Ashes by decors
Ashes Never Spread Around (an elegy for Mother)
In the eerie depths of the Knight’s white shadow,
Momma you melted away in ghostly hollow –
lonely in your wisdom and trepid for your fate,
while no one knew you’d been struck down in blinding grace.
Your voice and face still a constant earthly presence,
love and guidance amass in hindsight mind segments.
A challenged intellect comprises nothing new –
except this grief: I blame the snow for killing you,
not God nor Nature nor the way things just happen.
Still human in my need to grudge a bleeding pen –
I cannot bridge the gaps of wrath with platitudes
nor string my acceptance to somber gratitude,
but yield to knowing your essence has not ended.
The life and breath of all you are floats descended,
though your deathly form still lies frozen underground –
you are forever, ashes never spread around.
Her last breath
whispered “I’m cold.”
You covered her
with a blanket in the snow,
you held her until help came
and took her away.
I saw you cry
as you told me why.
How much it meant
for me to hear that,
you will never know.
You may not believe
in forces working through you
that freaky afternoon,
but love sheltered you both
and delivered you home.
Circumstances, as they were,
still grapple with my mind:
cause and effect,
love and protect,
fight for the life we love.
one thing stands out
above all else:
You knew nothing about her,
not even that she was your neighbor.
but you cared,
you stood up,
you acted in conscience
as we all should.
The law is fixed,
enforced and followed,
but you can walk away tall.
It seems almost blasphemous
to write this poem,
but my heart speaks
for you to know
(though a moot point)
We’re each fighting battles
only in our minds
and only with ourselves.
You must forgive yourself
and move on.
but forever keep in your heart
the art of your lessons.
I put it off until the last minute
the letter to you
Tears flowed through my soul
whenever I tried
A hand-scribbled note
of less than a page
is what I ended up with
“I love you Mom”
“We all miss you”
So much, me…
The deeper words written
with invisible ink
A symphony played
I write conversations with you
all the time
obscured in rhythm and rhyme
The one has been sent
tucked inside a balloon
and released to the sky
on the first anniversary
of that dreadful day
I just wanted you to know
you weren’t really alone
when you had to go
A piece of me went with you
as many others’ too
So you will never be
I had a hard time showing you
while you were still here
I hope you got the message.