Fog as your Mother’s Ghost
Even when her face disappears
Into the invisible hills
Her voice will drift down
From her ephemeral bed
And she will tickle your cochlear bone
Her vibration as real as her beauty
Without regret
When the slow burn of day
Lifts the veil from your visible world
She will come just in time
To walk down your lonely road
Her gait of slight satisfaction
Her silver earrings ajangle
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I love the way “ajangle” works against the soft syllables (drift down, ephemeral bed, vibration, lifts the veil, visible word) and soft colors to evoke deep feeling.
The title drew me in, and the poem did not disappoint! What a lovely reflection. I will leave the poem still hearing the earrings jangling.
This beautiful poem evokes that desire to feel the presence of loved ones who have died – a vibration, a shadow in the fog, a jangle. I love how you place the spirit world all around us.
Well done!
just lovely
“Tickle your cochlear bone” is so strong, in sound and language, very much enjoy how spooky this is.