Elegy: beyond the ashes

Excommunication with my mother.

Elegy for Mothers day: beyond the ashes

 

i touch your face,

feeling the uneven path

of creases

 

running my index finger

on suffering lines leading me

to your eyes

 

i feel lost in your eyes

abandoned in your weary

ocean

 

leaving the blazing shores

floating on sulphuric tides

we must feel  pain in

 

ash comes from harbour side

wind still and silent the flakes

paints our faces grey  

 

It’s a place for unresolved tears   

I feel unable to propel forward

forsaking a dead embrace  

 

you are sinking

i am drifting about

but all will drown in this weary place     

 

you wasted us both

Author's Note

critical review

Reviews

[Beth Winter]

Martin, I love this poem. I can't crit something that is in my opinion, perfection. The intensity, the carefully selected phrasing are all exactly how they should be.

Beth