...written in the style of Paul Celan, 23 November 1920 – 20 April 1970. In memory of my late father who was cremated howbeit post Covid, because of standing procedures.
ashes from your urn
Ashen grey is the house of remembering.
Before each portal opens,
your faceless bard swoons.
He strikes a drum of bone and brittle whispers;
With cracked powd’ry fingers,
he inscribes your name in dust.
He etches it longer than it ever was,
the curves of your urn.
You gather there your ashes and nourish my soul.
Poetry by arquious
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Written on 2024-11-23 at 12:13
Tags Grief Sorrow Mourning
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