for a dead child
where shall I take these ashes
my urge is to the sea
to the wide norfolk sands
and trudge across the flatness
on a receding tide
so that I might have excuse
to keep you
I will keep you close
to my beating heart
lay down on the wetness
of drying sand
push my head
backwards onto mussel shells
so that I might have excuse
to keep you
and when the tide turns
chasing me to the land
I will find excuse
why I never take you
to the sea
for I am you
and you are me
and one day
we shall be
Michelle
Thu 23rd Apr 2015 20:45
This is beautiful, I especially like the repetition of "so that I might have excuse
to keep you". The undualting lines in the format show how difficult letting go can be, one moment resolved to what must be done the next...finding an excuse not to. Beautiful.