It's Still Life

To Meet In Fragrant Wood

I.
She’s hired, a full day’s work,
unfolding chairs from folded, one chair at a time,
so that we can sit separately.

II.
Time goes by, her face fades,
her colours leach and bleach and fray.
She took her voice with her.

III.
Winter sky shall be empty of you
and I want to keep on grieving – it’s my way
of holding on to you.

IV.
There are acorns underfoot, moss
and fragrant wood, wild cress and sorrel.
We met our own ghosts there.

V.
You strayed through sand and light,
discovered you were all alone and I stumbled
on the flesh of ghosts

An elegy in the form of a cadralor poem. Some artwork is created using Midjourney AI, and is identified as such in the ALT text or captioned. Images are copyright and not to used without permission, which I willingly give when asked, and when not for commercial use. Imagery and poems/prose ©Misky 2006-2024.