In Paleness
On returning to work after the death of someone close.
I grieve, in the company of others
as the moon,
full
and round,
to my dagger point.
A quiet smile
to stop the
rattling of sympathies,
or the sorry robes
that are put upon my shoulders,
inadvertently too small.
In dry air of the office light,
I sit
amongst the forest-night.
No form
but paleness,
beneath the hands of stars.
I tuck myself into
excel sheets,
pulling them up to my neck.
I’ll sit here, beneath these covers.
© 2019 Christopher Hopkins
Christopher Hopkins
Christopher Hopkins is a Welsh poet living in Faversham. He has received an IPPY, CLMP Firecracker and three Pushcart Prize nominations.
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