Grief

And now, our (optional) daily prompt. In his poem, “Goodbye,” Geoffrey Brock describes grief in three short stanzas, the second of which is entirely made up of a rhetorical dialogue. Today, write your own meditation on grief. Try using Brock’s form as the “container” for your poem: a few short stanzas, with a middle section in which a question is repeated with different answers given.

That cruellest month
When soil is cracking
Bursting open and blossoming
The memory breaks the mind

(Was her time well spent? Her
time billowed like an Autumn wind
scattering pine needles.
It fell like April's sun showers)

A season marked by bright colours
in the fields and hedgerows
And shawl-attired sisters
cowering in dark corridors.