christabel’s sorrow

a brooding and sullen sea
by a bleak coast –

a scene as though
hammered from pewter –

this is my loss,
my sorrow –

the swaddled form, the casket –

a cool outbreath from the
void of the hill –

this step,
the separation,
is done –

i grieve the loss,
the casket’s inevitable journey –

the wrapped form makes its way –