Monday, 22 April 2013

Care Plan For The Newly Bereaved

Wrap them in words
spun from fine Merino fleece
to ease the phantom ache when
a car door thuds in the night,
a greeting goes unanswered.

Observe their heart.
It flutters like discarded paper
and may tear at any moment.
Cup it in the palm of your hand
until rhythm is restored.

Bathe their eyes with beauty.
They are large with horror
and now they must gaze
no further than the blackbird
who waits on the doorstep for food.

Observe their vital signs
until the wound starts to heal.
Be gentle at all times.
These things are the least
and the most you can do.

© Jan Harris

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Jan’s work has recently appeared in Abridged Online, Universe Magazine, Ink Sweat and Tears, Bolts of Silk, Ribbons, FlashFlood, and A Night at the Movies, a Poetry Kit e-book.

7 comments:

  1. I love the imagery and the sentiments behind this poem - worth reading by all and for all.

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  2. Stanza three got me in the choked spot of my throat. A good and intersting poem. Thanks for sharing x

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  3. Excellent.
    Now now Jan. What did they tell you at school about showing off?
    Quite a piece, which now calls me to pen to paper to wreck my head, and now puts me back in the cynics box where I live with the uglies of the world. Very fine writing; don't let anybody pretty this poem up or sand it down. It sits, like all things of beauty do, complete.
    Noel L

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