Turn on all the lights

A little poem about grief

Sweet Sunday,

This week I want to share my short poem about grief with you. It’s one from my archives.

There’s no audio this week as I am waiting to get access to a microphone. But the show must go on.

Might I suggest you read this one aloud to yourself, even if it is just a whisper. Reading poetry aloud, even to yourself, is a special experience and different to reading it inside your head.

This poem is just a drop in the ocean, but I hope from the bottom of my heart that this poem about my own grief offers you some catharsis.

Here it is. This is Grief.

Painting is “How to get back to the colours” by me, Eleanor Flowers. Pastel on paper , 2023

Grief

It will find a door to some secret room

Turn on all the lights

And line your walls with mirrors

And when you find your grief

Coax it from the corners

Wash and clothe then sing the child to sleep

It feels so good to cry into my dinner

Shadows pouring softly on my plate