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And the Rain Pours - by Anna Grace Du Noyer

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♥️Poem about losing Mum to brain cancer. Themes of death and grief ♥️



Right hand, labours on.


Burdened

by the clay of her body



A stubborn limb.

In tempered skin.


Still, her left

Passed in Spring.


Its gentle palm

Curls open.

Leaning into the

surly revolt of her body.


Summer swirled.

A haze of sun.

And delicate

forget-me-nots


Autumn threatens floods.

Swollen clouds loom overhead.

We brace for bitter winds

In the Winter of her life.

And the rain pours.

And the rivers carve a map.


And the days pass.


Searching the blur of her body.

A vulgar wristwatch throbs.

Pulsing past a beating heart.

Mocking mottled skin.


And the rain pours.

And strength settles into the seat.


A soft creak of leather

Warms the room.


Whispers of my presence

Saturate the cell walls

of her coma.


And the rain pours.

And unearths an infinite truth

A graceful dance. She flees

The wreckage of her broken body,

Expired lungs exhale all suffering.

A parting gift.


And the light guides.

And she sets sail.

And the light guides.


A compass tears through swollen skies.


And the rain pours.

And the floods rise.


And the banks burst.

And the rain pours.


And the rapids

Drag me into the gutter.


Copyright © Anna Grace Du Noyer 2020


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