A poem about grief
I'm trying to write a poem about how I feel but I can't say it directly so used the metaphor of a bushfire down the Great Ocean Road. First draft and I'll do some more work on it. The painting is of Urquart's Bluff after a bushfire many years ago.
A tree clings to the
cliff face
after searing fire
rushed towards the sea
until there is no
colour
only line after line of
blackened trees
and grey ash for ground.
I trudge on the deep
sand
footprints making hollows,
going nowhere,
circling.
The wild sea is there,
wave after wave
and surfers dare them
as they do.
I cannot touch cool
water yet
only walk on and on in
the deep sand,
one step after another
waiting for a renewed spirit
after the shock of
fire.
posted by Peceli and Wendy's Blog at 1:28 PM
2 Comments:
That is beautiful.I don't know how I would cope if anything happened to John, but somehow cope we must.
Hello Penny,
I knew that Peceli's days were numbered as he slowed down so much recently but there was still a shock that Sunday morning. People are crying when they visit us, but I am still numb. There will be a real rearrangment of how I am living as we have spent so much time together - our drives, our picnics, our story-telling. Our household of about ten means that I'm not alone so that is a bonus.
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