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Hello my wonderful poetry people,
A few weeks have passed and I’ve struggled during August to organise the words, and I’ve knitted instead, though rather badly as time has gone on.However, slowly they have been returning. Nelly at
has kept us on the straight and narrow though and has delivered a great prompt this week. Finding juxtapositions in poems.This one just came to me and I’ve conveniently ignored Nelly’s actual prompt. And yes, this actually happened in a waking dream a couple of nights ago.
Death visited me in the early hours... …loomed over me last night. I woke quietly from a restless dream to find him there, his faceless cowl hovering over my head, like a lurker pouncing for a stolen kiss. Watching me quizzically, head tilted as if still making up his mind. I told him No, waved him away with an emphatic waft of my hand fluttering in the gloom, touching nothing, pushing away an invisible veil with my effort. Not today I said, you are years too early. I watched him consider, surprised; I shouldn’t have seen him, He stayed his lean towards me, stayed his gathering of my final breath, stayed the sweep of his scythe to release my soul, stayed my demise. Leaning back, taking his skeletal weight on his blade, he introduced me to his cow. She was sweet, and warm and soft, a brown and cream heifer, eyes wide and deep, wet nose nuzzling my hand and her warm breath breathed life back into me, giving me many more years. I always thought Death had a horse but this beautiful gentle bovine breathing life not taking it was welcomed in its stead.
Till next time, peeps.
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Wow, that's so good!!! Love it 💚
Oh, wow. The titles and first line pulled me straight in. The images of death (and your refusal) are so rich. I love the last stanza--the cow is a true and unexpectedly lovely surprise.