Crescent Moon – Jennifer Worswick Irving-Bell

My soul was only half there

Crescent Moon

Your hand lay limp

Upon my lap,

Tears gleaming-streaked down my rosy cheeks.

Your last breath raspy in the winter air,

Your face then went so fair.

The gloom of the solemn moon

Illuminated your fair face 

I pulled back your hair and kissed you farewell.

I swear I saw your face burn with passion-or maybe it went lifeless.

My tears stained your jacket like a tea bag staining paper-

Hard to get rid of once it’s happened.

My soul was only half there and my head hung low-like the crescent moon hanging low above my head.

Lower

And lower.

Jennifer Worswick Irving-Bell

Did you enjoy this poem? Why not visit Maggie’s website at: Maggie’s Centre Nottingham to find out more about their exceptional work and/or make a donation. Do you have a poem you would like to submit to Voices? Feel free to do so by email at: voicespoetry@outlook.com or via the ‘Contact’ page on this site.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s