Bruising

Bruising by Lise Day

Pale Jacaranda blossoms
fragile mauve
blooms as bruises
on papery skin thin
aged barely able
to contain the skeletal
form within

Purple archways free
the memories clinging
as petals to the tree
youthful then in mind
and limb now crumpled
desperate to hold
to the stem

I wade ankle deep
through the slippery
violet sea
uncertain where to find
the essential self
of what used to be
my Mother

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