The Poetess’ Last words: Tribute to Female Poets
Alone in my room,
I read her beautiful words that morning.
A Poem well read,
One Last time.
Sun shining against opaque curtains waiting to be drawn.
Bright rays pushing against delicate hand sewn linens with,
dainty patterned flowers, yet strong enough to deny the sun.
And yet, no one would ever know that I knew her that day.
In that very instant, an intimacy, where life meets death,
Her words on my Ill fated heart, touching it, as it stopped.
Didn’t I utter her last written words on the page?
I spoke them, so many times before, and what homage to pay,
than, with my last breath, to the poetess I loved…
On that glorious spring morning, when the curtains were opened,
my journey was complete and she was there, with her words of comfort.
Just then, a new voyage began, on a new page, with her spirit of creation…
She fed me her words and more words, as I could not get enough.
Eat child, she said. For you have been starved and I have been gone from you.
You must be strong for our new journey, that has no end, only beginnings…
Patsy, 2018
