At 4am the tide in the Bay had reached the end of its outbreath.
It was time to abandon my mother’s ashes to their sea-womb.
Given a name like Miriam, where else would they be at home?
over rippling moonpath
like Peking knots on
my mother’s ashes
over the tide-turn
of the Coral Sea
this crazy love
– sleeves wringing wet –
its only firm footfall
on time-sucking sand:
– miriam louisa
Yes dear Christine, it was so beautiful. Thanks for your comment 🙂
Oh darling, I wish I could be able to use words like you can. So poetic and touching. It brings tears to my eyes. Thank you for shearing from the depth of your heart. It reaches mine so beautifully. Love
Thank you sweet Slavka for being there.
Bright bright Love to you!