He was earth to her
the ground, the soil, the fertile land.
And it was true that seeds sprouted in his hands,
vibrating their blind cotyledon leaves towards the light.
To me he was like the sea—the sea on stormy days,
its deep calm centre barely visible
below the fidgeting glossing quicksilver waves.
But he must have been earth
because it took him in the end.
After he died I went with her to his house,
the house he’d built from scrap.
It was filled with art and with him:
the polish of the step from his feet,
the tilt of the lamp above his chair.
I felt like a ghost—as if I was looking
from a long way off at his tangible world—
his bed, his sheets, his pillow.
A small object was in the middle of the floor.
We don’t know how it got there.
It was a gourd I gave him when we were lovers.
I had painted it with fertility symbols:
a red triangle, a little hen and lots of dots.
I stood in his bedroom next to our daughter
and turned it over in my hand and I felt as if
we had spoken of what was important
in the end.
This poem was written about six years ago. I was inspired to post it after reading SENRYU — 11022014-3 by Ron Evans. It is sudden and surprising, the feeling when one’s ex dies.
Goose flesh.
the world is an amazing place, isn’t it Petru
Yes, it is.
Surely the gods looked over your shoulder, smiling as you composed this magnificent poem and tribute. Simply wonderful, B!
Ron
the Gods do look over your shoulder at time like that, I think Ron.
Yes. This gave me chills.
Alice
it was the strangest happening, but it’s not unusual to have strange happenings around the time of death, I think
Life is woven from strange happenings. I’m glad to read when others notice them too. I feel a bit less… crazy… and more… normal. Thanks. 🙂
i so agree. the whole thing is amazing
🙂
There is a certain magic in all that tragedy.. what can happen when a person leaves the earth there is a certain magic in the shadows left behind.
definitely Björn. some amazing stuff happens, it seems to me. maybe it always does, but at death times we are more open?
I agree. Chills for me, too. But then, of course, the gourd *had* to be there.
yes 🙂
Belinda you have captured a moment and a feeling – loved it. The Senryu as well.
Thanks John. I will pass your comment on to Ron.:)