Before the Mourning Comes
Wrapped in weeping dough,
her heart, the whole of it–
a self inflicted scar.
She bathes in inky ebony tar,
and
an avalanche of feathers,
everyday, knowing
it only took one kiss, to get like this–
The Remaining, goes on forever.
(C)Edelweiss Meadows-Millstone
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Exquisitely sad!
Yes, it really is sad. Thank you for your comment and for taking the time to read my poetry.
“Wrapped in weeping dough”: love this line. (I’ve noticed how my pizza dough gets weepy in its baggie.)
It is one of life’s conflicts that love, so precious and so important to use can hurt with such permanence.
Bruce Florence
Great last line.
I have enjoyed your words.
Thank you!