I Fell
By Heather Mitchell
Published 3 August 2024
I cannot say I knew him
nor did he know me
yet somehow in the silence
between the siren and the stillness
the whine and calls for help
the shocking scraping aching
the longing for all to aide or end
his arm brushed mine
and every hair I swear
that dared to prickle tickle
took me back to hiding
in the cupboard as a child
and once found was lifted high
a rushing gushing cold clamped my heart
as the clawing longing left
and I met the moment
knowing I was not alone
and he was there
Recall a moment. Recall an associated feeling. Sit with it. Eyes closed. Breathe into it. Allow unconnected words to form. See it, Hear it, Feel it. Open eyes and write them down. Walk away. Revisit exercise again later and repeat.
Heather Mitchell
#30in30 writing prompt
I grew up with haiku poetry which expressed the impermanence, fragility and beauty of life. As my mother was dying I read to her from a book A net of fireflies—they spoke to us and for us of all the things we could not find the words to say. Poetry goes deeper than human hands or hearts can sometimes reach.
Heather Mitchell
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