Tuesday Tunes – Poetry Through Music, #28, 2016


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[Inspired by Ólafur Arnalds’ “Raddir, ft. South Iceland Chamber Choir”:]

Soul tears, raindrops

from a storm internal.  Hands out,

palms up in supplication to this pain,

she catches them, one by one.

Single question, Why?,

floods her eyes still further.

To sky she looks next, gaze

shifted to the cracked ceiling, heavens

beyond perhaps; or maybe

not, given the current situation.

How? her next thought, as she looks

to where she’s sitting, fallen

to floor the minute she heard

the news – the terrible truth

of his news.  Lips

tremble against her will, imagining

his lips, his mouth forming words so

final, but she squeezes her eyes tightly

shut: no more tears, no more

woe now.  Move, she tells herself.  Get up

and go now.  Body ignores her, bones

sinking heavier into the hard wooden floor.

Raindrops of pain pool in her palms,

stagnate as she stares at nothing but

grain of the boards, feels nothing but

a remnant emptiness.

What she would give for one last kiss…

[Copyright © N R Nolan 2016]