Murmuring of Ancestors
Never skin-deep, the sense of loss,
like salt in a wound, the edge
of a crevice in the heart that holds
a loved one like a well of grief.
by the murmuring of ancestors
who greet them in the Elysian Fields,
a welcome sight even in the depths
of your own loss.
This is my response to Wordle #252 at The Sunday Whirl.
grief – field – skin – depths – edge – salt – murmuring
bruises – ancestors – lifted – crevice – wants
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