Memories
Last night it floated up,
trailing its satin sash over the sea,
it hung its sickle in the attic window.
Swimming back through currents of sleep,
she remembered where she was –
in the house on the dunes,
where greybuck stepped lightly
and left their footprints mornings early
on the pristine beach.
Even so, it was the house
where sadness sniffed her out,
it sidled in.
In nights to come,
she will bargain with the moon –
ask it kindly to refrain
from reminding
her of him.
Copyright © Adelle Benade | Year Posted 2019
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