A Delicate Unravelling

Our task this week is to write a poem or a short prose passage that uses the line “these fragments I have shored against my ruin’ from T.S Eliot’s epic poem `The Wasteland’ as its opening.  Here goes!

These fragments I have shored again my ruin

can no longer be kept at bay, the cracks are beginning to show.

When I close my eyes, it is your face that remains

– and so the mourning continues.

Your voice still sounds in my ear

like the wind, howling around the house late at night.

The echoes from the corridor every time I call your name,

a silent answer, reminding me again that you are gone.

Like the half read books stacked beside the bed,

this story is not yet over.

I still taste your kisses, the touch of your hand still burns my skin.

I do everything as if you were watching me.

Even now, I wonder what your thoughts are.

Are they of me?

Part of me wants a reason, part of me doesn’t want to know.

To let you go, I know what I need to do.

I have a map in my head but the roads are blocked.

This delicate unravelling

has only just begun.

I think this piece is still a work in progress that I may come back to and revise. As Michael, our lecturer said to me recently `All poets write…rewrite…rewrite and rewrite’.


One Reply to “A Delicate Unravelling”

  1. This poem is a beautiful beginning to a longer work, as you intimate. Let’s see it unravel some more. You write with a real sense of the appropriate cadence and rhythm which support your message and mood. This has real possibilities Brendon!


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