This Haunting

Story ID:	1350
Written by:	Darrell Lindsey (bio, contact, other stories)
Story type:	Poem
Location:	Nacogdoches Texas USA
Year:	1964
Person:	mother

This Haunting

These arms of fire held love, and more of you,
They gathered suns of days against the rain
In ways that blessed the rose; the dawn of pain
Was yet to reach the shore where winters bruise
The gulls and pulse of summers passed through;
How drenched and vast the heart becomes, how vain,
In search of longing long since slain
But for buds of spring that glisten with dew.
I walk this path and you appear again,
A ghost of woe that turns the flowers black,
And causes birds to make a plaintive plea;
I feel your touch upon my broken back,
And know this haunting brings a painted end:
With crescent moon, and wailing wind for me.

*This poem of mine
is a Petrarchan Sonnet