Issue Twenty-Two - Summer 2013

Memento Mori

By Kathleen Holliday

After great pain, a formal feeling comes. —Emily Dickinson

It is time for putting away – and yet,
An aura lingers over a photograph,
A card or two.

Of himself, there is hardly a sign;
Red roses in the vase blacken
And drop to the floor as if to say:
Don’t expect a miracle.

Were I able to address him
Only Latin words would fall
Unfurling from my mouth
Like the penitent in a medieval frieze
For whom a saint is forever interceding.

Copyright Holliday 2013

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