Mourning Walk

 

Mourning Walk

A Monday mourning walk
‘neath a grief grey sky
the dogs immune, ball chase
as wheeling Curlews cry
and Oyster Catchers mock
caring not that her face recedes
erased, wave by wave
broken on fissured rock

So hunched against winters sharp chastise
under fury swept northern skies
a pilgrimage I make, over wet sand
no footprints, no path, unplanned
discarded pages of Womans Realm
long forgotten replies, agonies overwhelm

While tears that fail to flow taunt
the grief so deep haunts 
and the ache that remains 
is as cold as a smile
and warm as bile
while waves roll in still

DSC October 2019