before she could not

I read this a few times few and enjoyed the choice of words - It felt like a painting

This is an elegant piece, I like the restraint in your use of words and also the sense of shrinking the world to a size which she can cope with. Grief being so heavy and so loud.

'grief roars in her ears' - that's a wonderful line. I know just what you mean

Time slept away

scarred by dreams

swelled by sorry

Blaze of golden autumn

slips green from the bed

skeletal.

Just love those lines, Very inspiring poem Jack.

Jenny.

'Slips green from the bed'. Full of moving lines. Rachel :)