In the gray dawn light
A floating sound
Coming from the fishermen’s bight
A dirge for the drownedA floating sound
Washing over the seashore
A dirge for the drowned
For love lost forevermoreWashing over the seashore
Like swashes of tears
For love lost forevermore
Grief echoing over the pierLike swashes of tears
Coming from the fishermen’s bight
Grief echoing over the pier
In the gray dawn light©RedCat
As so often happens with the forms I know well, I didn’t set out to write a Pantoum it just happened after I’d written the first stanza and sat wondering where to go next. Grief is a thing that changes over time, but still comes back to us again and again when reminded.
Searching for rhyming words I also learned two new ones.
Swash – the rush of seawater up the beach after…
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