The Cremation

I sit beside the funeral pyre
anguished, heartbroken
confused.
Unchecked tears stream down
unashamedly.
Watching your soul leave
as coloured specks in
the flames rising high,
golden yellow merging into deep orange;
higher still
with specks of black,
I scald
and hurt.

As the heat gets to you
in your letters,
they arch up in agony,
and fall back
resigned;
every word
of love,
of passion,
of promise,
of eternity,
briefly illuminated
before burning bright
and vanishing in
the pile of growing ash.

Your fragrance permeates
the chill night air;
all your letters
had that subtle fresh aroma
I so loved.

How could
I ever destroy these
love missives
as you did
our love?
Every epistle I
read and re-read
till
every word
every expression
every sentence
every doodle
your pen graced
was etched deep
in my soul.

Today
I’m letting go.
The stench of decay
had set in.
I had to cremate our dead love.

I wince as
the last letter writhes
in pain and disappears;
the embers alone remain.
Head bowed,
widow-like I sit,
long after the glowing ashes
turn white.

As I finally leave,
I fail to see
an ember rise,
hover in the air,
and fly straight back
into my heart.

Elizabeth Kuriakose

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About Elizabeth Kuriakose

A hectic career as a banker and looking after family kept me busy for ages. Quit my job to look after family. Once the children were old enough to take care of themselves, I discovered my love for writing in late 2014. Words in poetry or prose have been my constant companion thence on.

5 thoughts on “The Cremation

  1. VijayNair

    Elegiac and metaphysical, the poem deftly delineates the pain of ” parting” from love letters…forever…if such a parting is ever possible!

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