I cradle my grief
I cradle my grief
sing it lullabies
keen with it
roar with it
hide it write it
speak it sing it
It keeps coming back
in waves
each time rising
each time deeper
until I wail
for each leafless branch
each leech each death
each beech each dearth
each drought each birth
each beached whale
until it contains the whole world.
Here, would you hold it for me?
Just for a few moments–
take care to support its head
do not let it drop.
Rachael Clyne from Glastonbury, is widely published in journals including: Tears in the Fence, The Rialto, Under the Radar, Prole, Shearsman. Collection: Singing at the Bone Tree (Indigo Dreams). Recent pamphlet, Girl Golem, (4Word Press). Member of Extinction Rebellion.