this grey feathered mist
curls around my ankles
raw and damp and mucid
wraps its icy fingers up my shin
my rattling knees bend and collapse
how many breaths taken
before surrender holds my hand
before the deep mist swallows me
in echoes and shadows and cold shivers
and haunted sighs
(I wonder why I fight it anymore)

tara caribou | ©2019

Read this and more in my poetry book, Four.

15 thoughts on “Shroud

  1. Beautifully written, Tara, so emotionally vibrant! I could feel each and every word deep in my soul. This is a most brilliant expression of the fear that dwells inside of us as we see darkness chasing us, so afraid of such embrace.

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