For NaPoWriMo Day 18, the prompt is:
“Today, I’d like to challenge you to write an elegy of your own, one in which the abstraction of sadness is communicated not through abstract words, but physical detail. This may not be a “fun” prompt, but loss is one of the most universal and human experiences, and some of the world’s most moving art is an effort to understand and deal with it.”
Credit: Andres Kovacks via Unsplash.
Here lies she in nightgown silken violet,
Here lies she crevices in skin, so deep.
A century near, her beauty’s reached twilight.
Cream lace contrasts, ivory in age spots breached.
Here lies she, once ochre hair silver-white,
Eyelids closed, rings azure-sky in sleep each.
I miss her laugh-lines, fingers playing tunes;
She’s better beyond the sun, the moon’s ruins.
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