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She spun a cocoon
The colour of a silent moon
Around what remained
Of her lost and un-gained.

She bound bone to bone
Stitched smile to song
And calmly coloured her cries
In the shades of reason gone wrong.

But when she saw
That her loss was a learning curve
And her being
Not a noun, but a verb —

She shed her silken armour
Turned her body to the sun
And remembered the shape of a hug in her arms
In time to embrace her battle undone.

Published inPoetry


  1. Amazing. Third stanza blew me away.

  2. Ilva Pieterse Ilva Pieterse

    I’m often concerned that readers don’t catch the play on words – it does seem rather obscured beneath the poem’s steady rhythm and rich imagery. I’ve come to think of it as a buried treaure – and you’re the first to have uncovered it according to my knowledge. Thank you for taking the time to really listen 🙂

  3. Annewil Annewil

    This is so beautiful and I relate to it so well. Learning that loss and grief shouldn’t be hidden but can lead to something good. Marvellous discovery.
    I like your other stuff too so much. Your blessed with a great talent!

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