Ghosts is the final part, Part 5, of An exchange on grief. This is the side of the Poetry & Process newsletter where artists explore a topic through an exchange of their art.
This month’s exchange is on the topic of Grief, a series of five pieces written over the past six months, poems from Brian Funke, author of Poetry & Process, and micro essays from Reena Kapoor, author of Arrivals and Departures . If you wish to revisit any of the prior parts, just follow the links below.
I hope you enjoy this collaborative effort on Grief.
Grief: Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 |
Ghosts
Brian Funke
Haunting in this steel trunk, ghosts governed by airtight lips and a padlock large enough to withstand any bolt cutter though you swear to nobody that you will yield the key someday, someday when a solo line from a vibrant violin makes music around your cloudy eyes. With a great heave, you place the trunk in a new corner for another day. And as you stand the ghosts from years of dark rise to surround you in their billow of dust, a cloud that climbs through the air that could never be contained under lock and key. With grief locked lips and a struggle you try key after key and free a melody’s rise as you lift the lid in chorus. Ghosts cover you and songs surround you.
Thank you for reading this exchange. I would love to hear from you in the comments about what this short series has stirred in you! I’ll see you there.
May you find joy among your grief…
Brian