The Funeral

Saskatchewan Landing sunset

Her heart is a sinking sun,

pooling patches of dried blood

on a canvas thickening

with yesterday’s paint. Tucked in

rich velvet and laid to rest

(open to public viewing)

she mourns its passing, pressing

treasured lines of scrawled script to

lips of stone, epitaph carved in

lieu of flowers. Rays of light,

the glory days of holding

and being held, protrude from

memories slashed through the frayed

places where sky meets casket’s

edge. The sun will rise again

but not today, not until

a thousand tomorrows have

burned to ashes, cremation’s

signature on cloud-sealed urn.


14 comments on “The Funeral

  1. lylekrahn says:

    Powerful words for a powerful photo.

  2. Gallivanta says:

    lylekrahn echoes my thoughts exactly.

  3. Robert Rife says:

    Melody, this is brilliant. Honestly.

    • melodylowes says:

      Wow. Thanks, Rob. I am reading a great little book on poetry and think I ‘get it’ – and can’t wait to be trying new things. I could never understand line breaks – this one has 7 syllables in each line, and I really like that the breaks are actually deliberately done. Lots to learn, yes?

  4. goodness dear, what a tribute to the Creator of all that’s beautiful !

  5. RoSy says:

    Very somber moment in life. I’ve had the feeling come & go. It really never goes though – it just kind of sits & watches from the background.

  6. WOW-wonderful–powerfully sharp imagery.

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