Remembrance
A poem about remembering someone from the past
Crinkled skin, dowdy brown eyes
grey whisps befall your stare
a remembrance so steep
etched lines, crossed lips.
Anger settled on your brow
the gleam of a devastating blip
a basting glance like a hawk's glare
waiting to evoke
a body of weighty bumpy flab
a diabetic blob, sitting there
writhing in silence
a heart-failing wreck
ready to explode
no redness in your cheeks.
Pale yellow golden skin enforces
a spindly nose
pointed and paused
sniffed and stiff
was always your whiff
like a wallowed dense expanse
you flipped the wrong switch
chaos ensued
no longer here, but in a ditch.
A force so strong
exhorted the sweet air
thick greyness flipped
in a mess of scrubby hair.
You barely smirked
the pain of loss washed you away
your wife struck in her sleep
swept away
a ghastly gracious grave
is your defeat.
©️ Denise Larkin 2021. All Rights Reserved.
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Denise Larkin
A writer of a BA with honours (2.1) in Arts & Humanities recently gained a Creative Writing Master's Degree. She writes poetry, fictional short stories, and is the author of the Time to Run series, Darkness and The Non-Human.<aT.
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