Undertaker
He is waiting. There is no hurry. Exhalations push against life drag youth from bones displace oxygen fog on life’s unfinished canvas. His stench paints over hope’s joy. He has already claimed it. There is no hurry. Melinda Dewsbury This poem was written for the surprise ekphrastic I See a Darkness challenge. Melinda has been in love with beauty and the beauty of words since she can remember. She grew up in rural Ontario among the rhythms of the agricultural cycle and now lives in Langley, BC, where she teaches writing, literature, and linguistics at Trinity Western University. Although she has written poetry for decades, she has not yet taken the great leap into sharing it publicly. These poems, written as part of the surprise ekphrastic I See a Darkness challenge, mark the first time.
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