New wordle words from Brenda's The Sunday Whirl:
coatless, white, metal, shadow,
kitchen, returned, prefers, unaware,
admonish, fullness, daughter, woolly
On Motherless Daughters
It's the end of autumn,
dead leaves swirl in a ghostly vortex,
skitter across gravestones black as death.
Woolly shadows flicker as she returns
from the cemetery, enters the kitchen,
only room in the house where she
still feels her mother's gentle presence.
The mourners have all gone home,
the church ladies gone, too, after
setting out macaroni hot dish,
lime jello salad and two kinds of pie,
sternly admonishing her to eat.
She prefers this lonely solitude
to the earlier fuss. The neighbors
were ready with kind words meant
to comfort but she craves alone time.
There's a painful fullness in her chest,
like fragmented metal piercing her heart.
Swept away by grief, she's unaware
she's finally begun to cry.
Pitiful, wrenching sobs convulse her body
while inconsolable tears stream
down her pale, white face.
11 comments:
Oh, that's so sad, all too real Marianne... a great capture.
You have describe the shock, and numbness of loss. I like how you used the season- "the end of autumn"- because it places the reader in the right frame of mind.
"a painful fullness in her chest/like fragmented metal piercing her heart"
Wow. This piece pulled me in, Marianne. Lime jello can't really bring comfort for that pierced heart.
I am so surprised how these pulled us all into such sad places. I love this Marianne, it is poignant. Thanks for the words.
Pamela
This feels so true. I could weep for her.
The intimate kitchen setting is great for the grief of a daughter, yes.
Sad and beautiful
For me, this is a golden image: "woolly shadows." You've opened my eyes to a new way of seeing shadows!
A Whirling Half-Dozen
Beautifully sad. What better place than a kitchen?
So sad, yet so beautiful!
I know this feeling. You capture it well.
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