This morning she was blood red,
so freshly gone, I thought I saw
the last breath, her spirit leave,
but it was only a breeze
softly caressing the underside
of her soft furred belly.
Now she is curbside,
brown and gone —
curled up fetal and food
for flies and birds,
this her sky burial,
memory aloft and scattered.
Promise me this…
that if we come back
you will make sure I return
in as many places as possible:
the field and the fen,
the hollow of pine on the back bend,
that long wide beach of Nauset.
Beautiful! I had as one of my goals to attain during National Poetry Month to purchase a new poetry collection. Thanks to this poem (and a couple of others) Evidence of Flossing is my choice.
Awe – thank you Rae! That’s a huge compliment! (If you purchase through the blog or Etsy shop, I can sign the book for you – and include a few small gifts!) xoxo
Beautifully written 👌👌
Thank you. And hello! : )
Hi ☺
Love this! Inspires me to get back to my writing!
oh good!!!