Sea burial of a dead lover

by Michele Darnell-Roberts

You rose from the sea,
ripping wet with salt and tears
as you dragged your clinging lace
and came forward to meet me.

I was running to reach you,
but you had already fallen.
I knew your lungs had burst.
Did you see me running?

Forgive me, I arrived too late.
You were dead and lay frozen
like a marble Goddess, eyes glazed.
We had no time to embrace!

Oh please forgive me,
I couldn’t just bury you in the sand,
your body was so beautiful
I could hardly bear to touch it.

Oh but let me tell you, I waited weeks
for the darkness of the new moon
so I could slip you back into the waves
and try to forget you had ever existed.

I found your lace shawl on the beach.
I wear it occasionally.
It hands around me cold and damp,
like the memory of an ancient dream.

©Michele Darnell-Roberts

Michele Darnell-Roberts

Michele Darnell-Roberts has been writing poems (and stories) since she was a young teenager as a therapeutic way of understanding her feelings.  She loves imagery and symbolism and enjoys the discipline of trying to say what she feels in a concise and interesting way. Michele works as a mental health nurse for the elderly mentally ill, an experience which has led her to realise the importance of communciating one's feelings, and, as it were, "not being afraid to cry!.She is also involved in Dances of Universal Peace in which our world's spiritual traditions are danced and sung (mostly in circles) to promote both inner peace and peace in the wider community. There are some beautiful, and powerful, celtic and goddess dances!
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