And the Rain Pours - by Anna Grace Du Noyer

♥️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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