This poem was written in response to the Kreative Kue challenge by Keith Channing on his blog, Keith Kreates, see his post here:
I walk along the beach at dawn
Wandering freely without much care
Of where I place each foot, forlorn
And heavy, wondering why I linger there.
I glance to see a foggy tendril
A whispering ghost of gossamer wing
I hear a voice, I stand and tremble,
It is my name the Angels Sing.
There, by the sea, a corpse is lying,
I rush to help, too late, and yet
I give a breath, then stop trying
My eyes fall upon a piece of Jet.
The blackest stone of mourning loss
I see its glimmer and watch it shine.
This gem reveals much with its gloss.
The Gem and body, both are mine.
Copyright: Kristian Fogarty 25/March/2019
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