Of How I Bit Back

“Death doesn’t frighten me. It’s what comes after. [Besides, some of my best friends are dead, and they hunger for stories].” ~ Terry Pratchett [and me]

 

My world remains full
of what you left me—bones
on my altar, books and stones,
the calaveras that grinned on my handfasting
cake (you weren’t here for that)

I miss you…

There are new things
on my altar and living—hearts
from friends, a bird skull
whose flesh and feathers fly
to you (its grin and bone
stay with me)

I miss you…

Newest, on my altar, wild offerings
for you—peanuts and (not so shiny) metal gifts
from a blue jay, leaves and petals and lavender
and rosemary from a witch made of gentle fire,
a shot of spirits (I will never forget)

I miss you…

The world remains full of what you left me, but
there are new things on my altar and living—
life bit, bit, bit… chunks out of my chest, but
I’m fighting, fighting, fighting back…

next year, when The Veil thins
again, when Soul and Flesh get to glimpse
into each other’s mirrors, I’ll share new
stories, Little Brother, of how I bit back,
of how I won, of how I’ll always remember

I miss you…

 

the wee notes…
– last night, I spent a considerable amount of time cleaning the altar where I keep my Little Brother’s ashes, listening to his favorite music, speaking the tales of everything of importance (or trivial but humorous) that has happened to me this year. It’s how I’ve celebrated the life of my Dead for as long as I can remember, how I will add to their memory for a long as I breathe.

 

Written on My Heart’s Skin

Witches in Fiction 2015… Death Rites and Remembrances participants probably noticed that I didn’t publish any new poetry or fiction on October 17th, party day. I shall tell you why, in a day or three. Right now, I’m sharing the bit of poetry the Muse sent my way after I finished reading every Death Rites and Remembrances post… and The Shepherd’s Crown, by Terry Pratchett.

“Written on My Heart’s Skin”

Your smile is written on my heart’s skin,
your voice painted in my bones.

I’ve sculpted you eternal
into life’s dance.
With art and will, I remember you.
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If you haven’t delighted in the wonders shared by the Witches in Fiction 2015 partiers, I invite you (even urge you) to give them a go. In my previous post, I’ve listed the party entries and the party giveaways (the latter will remain open until October 20th, 2015, at 10:13 pm, EDT).

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linked to Magpie Tales

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