The Crone

a short poem about death

I saw you

For the first time in months

You were the color of death

Gray, ashen

Your hair a long tangled mess

Cobwebs and dust

Darkness and defeat

I knew the time was coming

And so did you

Yet we did nothing about it

That day finally came, September

Blue, sunny and warm

Just like you used to be 

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

This is so sad...reminds me of my mom as she neared the end.
Very sad, but relatable to me.
She was but a shell of what she once was...wasted away.
But her eyes were still piercing, sharp.
j.

[Gee]

A poem that I could easily apply to the last 3 months of my old mums life.
I do like this very much, if like the right word!

[VJWild]

Sorry for your loss, too. At least we aren’t alone, and we can write it out if we have to. Thanks for the review!

[Paul Bell]

It's a strange sensation when you know someone's time is up.
The ball is rolling and there's no stopping it.
Some it seems just give up.

[VJWild]

Yes indeed. Thanks for feeling it with me!