Aug. 16 - Valediction : A Halo of Hailstones

by Jason Wardell

It accumulated before the storm,
tumbling up and up and while we
stood struck by our radiance,
the horizon electricity gave way
to thunder, leaving our crown to
dissolve, intermittently gracing
cheeks, stinging eyes, nevertheless
hovering luminous, and still
I know there doesn't exist ice
that will not melt.

And I, my halo of hailstones,
I am both chilled and graced still,
and you, my halo of hailstones,
you are almost gone.


Author's Note: Full title: A Valediction Allowing for the Possibility of Mourning

Posted on 08/16/2010
Copyright © 2021 Jason Wardell

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by George Hoerner on 08/16/10 at 12:25 PM

And leaving can be such sweet sorrow! A very good write.

Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 08/16/10 at 02:00 PM

Works for me. Brilliant, absolutely brilliant.

Posted by Paganini Jones on 08/18/10 at 09:52 PM

Wow! Just wow. An immediate favourite

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