But what of yesterday’s tears?
—for the memory of the Native American girl who died from heartbreak at Creve Courer Lake, Dripping Springs
By Melissa IngoldsbyPublished about a year ago • 1 min read
Photo by Virginia Berbece on Unsplash
she plummeted from the sky, the whipped air screaming from below
She felt his last bit of warmth as the cold, dying river swept over
But what of yesterday’s tears? The rainy moon makes the crickets cry crystallizing pain into cold music.
The night ran over her like a wolf grabbing a lone rabbit in a fierce grin, mother doe whispering to the stag in vain to intervene
The sun shines on the split river as a mother bird mourns silently without pause, her young fallen from the nest.
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Comments (4)
Stunning work! Go Melly Gold! 💪🏾
Your subtitle about that girl, is it actually true? Loved your poem so much!
Oh, this was overwhelming and tragic. Beautifully penned, Melissa :)
Oh that is so sad, but beautifully written. Well done.