Three Poems on Loss and Grief
Very pleased for my Three Poems on Loss and Grief accepted as part of this amazing exhibition. ............................. Three Poems on Loss and Grief: A Sounding Voice, Coming and Going & Pleated Heart. A Sounding Voice The feet of my child, the mind of my child, the voice of my child. Yet I am on my own in a room. The feet of my child, the mind of my child… upstairs all the beds are made. The voice of my child… the whole building is quiet. Tear a piece of me away, that is what it is to lose that life, which was inside me. The bedspreads are flat and neat… the ache in my soul of the disappeared baby. The concrete grey, mint green and raspberry room, that now stands empty, Is ringing with singing, resonating with the voice of a woman who might have been. The colours in the room melt in a haze of cloudy diffusion, watercolour pathos. …………………………………. Coming and Going Every breath is different and every breath hits differently The process of arri