https://psychopomp.com Just another WordPress site Tue, 14 Jan 2025 03:11:10 +0000 en-US hourly 1 https://wordpress.org/?v=7.0 https://psychopomp.com/wp-content/uploads/2023/01/cropped-gold-P-square-32x32.png https://psychopomp.com 32 32 https://psychopomp.com/fantasy/mar-2022-issue-77/stilling/ Tue, 15 Mar 2022 08:01:15 +0000 https://psychopomp.com/fantasy//stilling/ Her grandchildren are little greygreen screefalls of tumbling action
rumbling up over her shoulders in the moonlight
just to fling themselves down her incline, down the long hill
thump thudding to a stop in a flurry of giggles and fallen twigs and leaves
Her sons and daughters are slower, bouldering their way farther into the cave
carving out more room for the next crop of kin
steadily staring down bears looking to find a home in the hollow places
singing low songs as they work
The night lightens, brightens, and her family moves inside
but still she sits, between her mates
her wife is a bit cracked from the ice last winter
her husband is very weathered around the ears and toes
but they are good to lean on, as they ever were
she remembers the slate tears she wept when her parents turned
that gritty grief feels foolish now, a hasty thing of youth
she knows now nothing is lost in the light
stretches her shoulders, flexes her toes into soil one last time
it is a small change, in a way, and a welcome one
to be
still

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