Rosalind

Gold cherry

By lavadis

Sun, 28 Sep 2014
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On the day that Rosalind died

my sisters and I

stood in straight alignment 

like 3 celestial bodies in syzygy 

 

My brother-in-law

Brian

and I

carried the void she left in our lives

on our shoulders 

to my airing cupboard 

where we hid it

in the snicket 

between the bath towels

and the torn curtains

we do not have the heart

to throw away

 

I felt blurred / slanted

so he took me by the hand

and led me to the garden 

where dreams reside

in a state of temporal viscosity

 

We fell on to our hands and knees

in the apricity of the winter sun

searching for answers

hidden like newly laid robin’s eggs

in the snow

until our fingers and toes were red raw

and the clouds in the savage geometric prism 

through which I see the world

had begun to clear

 

 

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Submitted by celticman on

had to look up arpicity. Enjoyed the mixing of astronomy, metrical feet and hands and knees. In other words I enjoyed this poem. Almost there with Ex. You've done a great job. A little more and you'll be there. Where, I'm not sure exactly. 

 

Submitted by lavadis on

Celticman, thank you very much indeed.  I could not have written this poem about the moss of my mum in April any sooner than today - the wounds were too deep.

When I get back from leave on the 13th October I want you to email me directly so I can offer some advice to assist. We need all 3 of us to succeed and you are incredibly talented. 

 

 

Submitted by celticman on

sorry to hear about your mum (that's so trite but true). Get there first and lead the way. 

 

Submitted by VeraClark on

A beautiful piece. You've precisely captured said rawness in the most unusual images, some I'd never associate with grief but now I will. 

 

Submitted by lavadis on

Thank you  very much indeed Vera. The words came to me last night. I have not vocalised this well before then.

 

Submitted by jolono on

Lovely poem Lavadis. Sad, but somehow uplifting at the same time.Good to see Ex is almost there!

 

Submitted by Bee on

All so beautifully put.

Bee

Submitted by Philip Sidney on

Sad and strange, grief needs new words and images. Feels light and heavy at the same time.

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Submitted by lavadis on

Rosalind would really have liked that Scratch - thank you so much