The Blackberry Vase

a poem about a mother's loss of her child, using a vase to signify it.

It was the perfect containment
a stark picture
a family gift
she picked those roses to remember
a child long gone, forever missed
forever
as she cut them all with sharp scissors
for in some way this would soothe
the damage it had done.

she performed sacred surgery
on her beloved memory
she tried to forget--her baby's first steps
The long gone happily ever afters

in each somber finality, it took her closer
pearl-white flowers beckoning rapture
cleansed by early rain in September
tangled beneath those inky stains
berries in a little one's hands

the grasses gone to gray and thundering
berries mangled and blood red
soaked in angry sweetness
'I can bleed too--dear' she muttered
crackling likened to underbrush
swift child's feet, scrambling to reach her
mother's hand reaching out to touch
To at least whisper
before she slipped
and fell into shards.

 

 

Reviews

[Jae]

Gorgeous work!

~Rem

[NoneOfYourBusiness akaK..]

the emotions pulled through the most exquisite imagery are rich and vibrant within the extraordinary pain~ there is a mystical feel of fairy tales and mythology sewn through the stunning fabric of your poetic creation~

[Kermit Gildersleeve]

This is outstanding Work.