Elegy Without a Corpse Embedded in me you were, we were flame lapping at fire, the ruin reaped by the wind. One day you left - or maybe it was I that left, one can never tell entrances from exits - and the whole Earth hollowed out, geological history rewrote itself to accommodate absence. Whoever …
Not-Quite-Mourning
The prompt for NaPoWriMo today was absolutely brilliant: For today, I challenge you to write an elegy. Classically, an elegy is a poem written in response to someone’s death, a poem of mourning and remembrance. Your elegy can be about a specific person, a group of people, a pet, a plant, even an idea. I …
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