Please note that due to the subject matter of this project (death/grief) some of the images on this blog might be disturbing.

Thursday, January 7, 2010

Leaving A Poem by Heather


Boxed and bereaved
wrapping in paper the heirloom
china, ivory handled fish knives
obsolete of design and purpose.

Now in the leaving
bare drawers reveal their bases,
bereft of the comfort of socks,
even holey ones held knitted memories.

The furniture, like faithful dogs
will find other homes, be loved in their turn
by someone new. The letters in bundles
will be reread. All keys returned.

The roses have been savagely pruned
silently the garden exhales winter
shivers with fallen leaves
awaits the spring.

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