Entering the House of Death

This wet Spring night
I cross the dark threshold

to meet with you –

a union more intense
than our Beltane revels.

A Jisei (death poem) which forms a companion piece to an earlier one, as well as marking a personal Pagan ritual.

Linked to The Tuesday Platform for 10 Nov. 2015 at 'imaginary garden with real toads'

At the end ...

At the end
I’d have your eyes, your voice
your hands on me
to soothe and reassure –
had I not outlived you.


A Jisei (Japanese death poem) in the form of a tanka –
written for a dVerse prompt. (They can be written as haiku too.)