Quadrille #98

The Peel

And again those
white chalk cliffs near Dover
peeled away and crumbled
into the sea.
Grief feels that way,
the crumbling of it.
It tore my heart,
and peeled my bones.
Raw days in a flood.
Its flawed blue horizon
is now my familiar.

 

 

dVerse Quadrille #98 “peeling” (constraint: 44 words) and Poetics: Impermanence ©️ Misky 2020

13 responses to “Quadrille #98”

  1. You truly capture the pain of grief, especially with this….”It tore my heart,
    and peeled my bones.” So intense, but so true. I don’t think there could be a deeper feeling than grief.

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