Decima Wraxall Poet Free verse

Glacial

GLACIAL
Scent of lilies. 
His pain over, mine just begun.
I caressed those hands, gifted, loving.
Kissed his waxen brow.

A blink away from the dying sun,
the ignition key trembled.
I half-expected to waken, 
clasped in his arms. Soothed 
back to life, on the mourning  air. 

Our silent house stood strong, 
and healthy,
ticking away lonely hours and empty nights.
While I flinched from the glacial steppes,
of our marital bed.


DECIMA WRAXALL

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Panagiota Romios June 12, 2021 at 5:15 PM Such a touching poem....be not dismayed if many miss this. Too many poets do! I have been here over 2 years, written thousands with no comments. But one day you will find yourself as Poet of the Day. And find friends here. Condolences on your loss. Pangagiota xx

Mahtab Bangalee September 13, 2020 at 11:02 PM beautiful penning... I enjoeyd Decima Wraxall September 13, 2020 at 11:08 PM Thank you. It's good to know when a poem has worked, achieving the desired response to loss and grief.