“Ars Moriendi” by Trish Hopkinson

Ars Moriendi

“A SIMPLE Child, / That lightly draws its breath, / And feels its life in every limb, / What should it know of death?”
―William Wordsworth

Called back, she slipped quiet
into the longest length of sleep –
quiet enough to hear the buzz
of an insect’s paper wings.

Stoic stillness, a marble statue –
soul and matter merged,
unlike neglected memorials –
initialed stone preserved.

Slipped through fields, beyond
the barn – carried by six Irishmen –
in infant white with violets
and a blushed cypripedium.

None are forbidden by Death –
an ungrown spirit when alive,
promoted to Empress when past –
the dying eye saw an act of light.

*for Emily Dickinson  (16 lines)

Justin’s Note: I promised you more from the great Trish Hopkinson, and I always deliver! If you’re interested, check out her website http://trishhopkinson.com/.

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