I have been trying to write a poem about grief. (in connection with my Uni stuff) Specifically, the grief that comes after the death of a much loved person. I thought of several people who are grieving, sometimes after many years, as I wrote about this most difficult of subjects. I thought about loss/death and how it feels when it seems one CAN'T grieve, because there was not enough love in the relaitionship to summon up that feeling, or there has been an estrangement.
Now is winter, and the solstice is close, which resonate with death and darkness but also the return of the light. I've tried to use recent landscape images I've been inspired by to express how the 'journey' (that word!) of grief might unfold. but there is a fine line between portraying emotions and descending into doggerel.
The photograph of a solstice sunset (2014) is mine. I suspect it is a finer thing than this poem. Genuine critique welcomed.
When we pay the price for love,
our pain lingers in a deep frost hollow
the sun never reaches; sits squat and silent.
Be grateful for love; loss without love
is loss that remains like perma-frosted earth,
melting just long enough to dig a shallow grave.
Remember love, find the route back; a low sun
sitting just behind, not blinding the way ahead.
A late afternoon glow, hazing winter-torn leaves,
sighting the unexpected familiar on a country road.
Two pheasants peering from a field, their bright blue
and new-penny plumage enamelled by the last of the light,
then disappearing. The zig-zag road becomes shadowy;
dark, with snow in the dips beneath ivy-twisted trees.
The sun is standing still, before days begin to lengthen.
Copyright June Palmer
Author - June Palmer