My Grandmother Died And My Cousin And I Fell Into A Communion With Grief….
Tell me if we could have sat and arguedon Thomas Kinkade ; kitsch or not, although
‘Garden of grace’, -the decor in the living room,
wouldn’t have made us forget that next to the windowsill
sat the urn we now kowtowed to in her behalf;
-that the mint tree placed next to it in a vermilion pot,
ricocheted a gale of grief when you looked at
& a cousin and I were in a communion of guttural
whimpering. How during the day our duet had recited
Dirge Without Music; making Edna St. Vincent Millay
the inspo for voices that gently described
an offing blurred by saddening tears.
& that night after we had said goodbye to her,
my kin and I became the emissaries
of souls left as nothing but a prosthesis for grief.
Frank Njugi is a writer and poet from Kenya. His work has appeared on platforms such as Roi Feineant Press, Olney Magazine, Kikwetu Journal, Fiery Scribe Review , Konya Shamrusmi and others. He currently serves as an editor at WSA Centre and a Reader for Salamander ink Magazine. He tweets as @FrankNjugi, Instagram: frank_njugi.
Art: Garden Wild Flower, a visual collaboration by Moira J. Saucer and Robert Frede Kenter (c) 2023. Twitter: @MJSEyesOpened, @frede_kenter
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