Glimpses of my mother
After all these years, I still sometimes see someone, that from behind looks exactly like my mother … until she turns around.
By chance I catch a glimpse of her,
salt and pepper waves kissing
cyan ripples about her neck.
A thousand Lepidoptera tickle
anticipation, until she whirls
around revealing an unfamiliar smile.
As I exhale they burst out
of my ribcage in a rush, transporting
all desires to an obscure realm.
One gatekeeper flutters back
hovering nearby
then settles on my lifeline.
Perfectly expressed, I also experience this and my heart breaks all over again. Sue.
Thanks Sue. I agree, it is heart breaking. All part of grieving I suppose.
Eira
I think everyone has a moment like this, I know I have.
Mike
Yes, it happens to us all, Mike.
Eira
A charming and moving poem.
Thanks John – I’m pleased!
Eira
Hi Eira,
I know that I will face this sooner or later. ;-(
When I lost my dad, I used to see so many men out and about, wearing the same fav Marks and Spencer jumper. Across a busy street, in a crowded shop…
I used to feel if only I was quicker and caught up with them, he would not be dead.
Apparently a well recognised phenomena of grief. 🙁
You have captured it here so splendidly with your usual unique choice of vocabulary.
Very moving with carefully chosen economy of words.
Alison x
Hi Alison,
I have been thinking a lot about your Mum recently as I know she hasn’t been well. It’s a difficult time.
Yes, this poem is all part of grieving. I seem to be dreaming a lot about my mother recently – just as if she has never left.
Eira
Thank you Trevor. Your words are a great compliment as I feel you are a very accomplished writer.yourself. This poem was one of the few that just flowed, whereas I have sometimes taken a year to complete a poem. I suppose the subject here is very meaningful to me. I am so pleased you enjoyed it.
Eira