#muertos
She danced on graves
In dark reverence
Throwing a party for the dead.
Reveling in the beauty,
Of each delicate sculpture,
Her fingers traced the edges...
Memories long gone,
but in the souls
Of those who loved them.
Twisted smile,
Longing for the day,
When she too,
Rests eternally.
Sep 6, 2018
Sep 6, 2018 at 10:00 AM UTC
Skin, soft and fragile as marigold petals
Bones thin as papier-mâché
Holding the shape of a person I love
Holding together our bodies of clay
Candles, dimming light behind the eyes
Weary wind slipping through parched lips
Sweet and weak the voice of a person I love
Spirit readying voyage on vanishing ships
Oct 30, 2019
Oct 30, 2019 at 12:55 AM UTC
Tradition says he’ll come today
With the wind,
In a ray of sunshine
On the arrival of a friendly bird
Was that creak his footfall in the hallway?
Was that warm breeze his breath upon my neck?
Is that his familiar scent or just my deep desire to have him here with me?
We’ll set out candles
Prepare his favorite foods
Bathe our home with love and light
Because today the children,
My child,
Returns from the grave
Nov 2, 2015
Nov 2, 2015 at 9:01 AM UTC