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’.