Mom died. My heart broke.
A magpie strutted across our backyard, cocked her proud head and looked me straight in the eye.
Her spirit bird.
Delivered a happy memory, then squawked and flew away.
With every visit since, my sad heart soars.
Yeah Write Gargleblaster # 157 – Do you see her much?
“mors vincit omnia” (Photo credit: Sinéad McKeown)
Cruel wind howls
Where he kneels as still as death
His grieving face is granite
His tears have turned to ice
Left behind in frozen darkness
With his stone cold broken heart
This is in response to this weekends Trifextra challenge:
..thirty-three word response using the word stone as one of your
thirty-three words. You can use any
definition of the word that you’d like, but we are specifically looking for
serious, well-conceived entries.