Ashes
He threw the ashes into the ocean
Misjudging the wind and the squall.
The ocean threw the ashes back – wet.
On to his white shirt and beige slacks
Now running with grey lines of sea water
Mixed with his dead father’s ashes
He looked like a dirty window.
‘You Bastard’ he said out loud
Staring out toward the horizon
And grimacing at the thought
Of being covered in his father’s detritus
‘You had to have the last laugh, didn’t you Dad?’
© Kate McClelland 2016
Picture by Pixabay
This was great, Kate. I love the way you cross-faded from sombre to ironic.
ReplyDeleteOddly enough, although poems are generally briefer than most prose offerings, I find they take more time to read and digest.
They hold me captive, forcing me to reflect a while before the to-dos take me over again.
I need to read more poetry!
xx,
mgh
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