ON THE DEATH OF MY MOTHER ~BY R. W. STANFIELD

ON THE DEATH OF MY MOTHER

Hard
Strong
Gasping for the last breath of air
The swimmer
Keeps reaching for the light
At the end of the cold dark night
Reaches
Prays for one final boost of air
To fill her lungs Oh sweet breath she thinks
Sustain and carry me over the wave
It comes
Over she goes
Soon enough
Another wave comes
She must gather subsistence
Prepare for the long journey
Lungs cry out
Clamor
more air
Heart hammers
Then
at the last moment
Comes a gift from heaven
The magic elixir
Oxygen fills the wind chamber her lungs? Oxygen fills her
Dark caverns
Bloom once again
With floral pastels
All along the hillsides

Two days
Two nights
She swims
Until the rapid succession of waves
Becomes indistinguishable
From the bellows of lung action
Like some deep deep
Submerged whale sea-creature / fish / dolphin
Fathoms and fathoms below
Struggling to reach the surface
Finally the last gasp
Comes no more

The sea calm
Smooth like glass
Her (no line-break) She
moves peacefully
Along the current
To the tender
blue
crimson
violet
Arms
Of the sun-king.

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Featured image credits to Aristal on Pixabay

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