grief card 12

--- art and prompt by Cecilia Mandrile, A Grief Doll

I rolled a blanket swaddle

in my arm. Hello,

seed of air plant, up-

rooted root, tropic

of silence from whence

you came. You were with

but a moment

leaving your body

here

a cradle of brace

and flinch. No pacifier

nor a mother's breast

could keep you,

you coracle upon relentless

wrack of pain, you

transfigured fish,

pelagic

and rumored.