Grief’s Shimmering Castle
Death passed by
A quick salute
No time to think
No time to stop
Quit job
And home
And friends
And past
Plan was sound
Kilkenny bound
When grief comes calling
I won’t be home
Too smart
Too quick
Outrun death’s shadow
Found greener pastures
To start anew
Fresh life
Fresh wife
Fresh fields
With a herd of deers
The house was big and bold
And old
And tattered
Not that it mattered
Hundreds of years of ghosts
Good ghosts
Bad ghosts
All kinds of ghosts
And all liked beer
History lived here
Nestled in a forest
It’s ivy walls glistened in the sun
Every inch shimmering green
No shimmering inside
Cold and damp
And old and tired
But memories once
Of grandeur lived
Easy fix
For you
I’ll get a crew
Stripped the ivy
Like a coat removed
And underneath a castle rose
Beautiful and grand
Every chance given
Every dance living
In it’s fancy ballroom
To fiddle some tune
New newspapers
New friends
New home
New hope
For a while
All was grand
And great
Love lived here
A life awaiting
Then grief came calling
And asked his due
Past must be paid
Drink up he said
And handed the bottle
Drink for all
Each day got worse
But grief insisted
Drink up dear boy
Failing and whaling
Stumbling and mumbling
Behind castle walls
Where ghosts would freely call
Grief’s friends are few
He has his tricks
Pay your dues
And then you’re fixed.
Drink up dear boy
That is your due
And then the years rolled by
And grief moaned and groaned
I’m here for good and ever
Never to leave
Till due is paid
Now all is broken
And mangled
And tangled
For all who dangled
Grief got his due
His toll was taken
Bags packed
Door closed
Memories now
Dark and cold
For good times and bad
Grief took his due
In that shimmering castle


I really like the formatting of this piece, I feel like it reads like a person struggling to catch their breath- the cycle between the heart and lungs is so connected that when the heart hurts you don’t want to breathe at all and this poem perfectly summed up that type of grief
All of this. Invokes the 'knowing' and remembering, the gifts of grief and what it means to be human. Lovely.