Grief – Day 23

I had never heard of an “elevenie”. As a form, it sems to have been devised to teach language, rather than to capture a thought in the best possible way, but then, I am not sure what does work for that. I suspect that, if a poem is to be remembered, it will be for a phrase that speaks to the reader, or for a rhyme or other poetic tool that switches on the part of the brain which handles memory.

Anyhow – very quick draft of a double elevenie:

Grief
draws a line
around you.
That space needs filling.
Mourning.

Mourning
fills the space
on the pillow
she is gone.
Grief.