In reflection… Memorial Day

When you signed

put life on the line

with handwritten ink bleeding on the page,

did you realize the sacrifice

a mother’s wail to follow in the night

before your feet left this land?

My heart cracks with the thinking of it

pain leaking out slow.

The life you donated for others

unknown to you

makes me know without doubt

love is brave.

© Alicia Grimshaw 2017

Thank you to all who have given their lives for others.

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Closed Shutters

Light filtered through shutters, yet she chose darkness. 

For months she pushed it away, terrified 

of being consumed, eaten whole. 

Adamant in her refusal to sit with it.

 

Now she contemplates the dark.

Always kept at arm’s length

.

This unfamiliar,

meeting it for the first time.

It is not as cold to touch as expected.

 

Unwilling to go it alone, she invites 

Curiosity to accompany her

and this new nameless acquaintance

to hide under the blanket together.

 

She turns to face them,

leans in to hear their voices

more surprised than terrified.

 

© Alicia Grimshaw 2017

Photo taken in Amsterdam 2014

Windstorm

knocked down

like a tree after a storm

my trunk horizontal

broken limbs at odd angles

body left with jagged holes exposed

pieces scattered near and far down the lane

some parts even seem to have disappeared

now I think I understand how humpty dumpty felt

there isn’t a way to put the pieces back together

it is time to start again

look for fertile soil

plant myself where sunlight will reach me.

© Alicia Grimshaw 2017