143 Words on Grief

Four dancers on a stage. One is covering their own mouth while two others cover another's mouth
30 Sep 2019
2 min read

This poem by R Moulden was the stimulus for Boy Blue's new show REDD

It is in love with you, your grief 

Unconditionally. 

It slinks in like a beaten dog 

And makes its home at your feet 

Asking for nothing. 

 

Loyal agony 

Too black to focus on 

Too sudden, too seeping 

With cracked voice and lolling tongue 

It cannot explain itself. 

 

But it longs for you 

Clambering over your chest 

Reaching into your mouth 

Searching your throat for words of comfort 

Finding none. 

 

It is bound to us, our grief 

Lassoed by memory 

On a time-slackened rope, pulled taut 

By the innocence of children 

Or newness, unshared. 

 

Curled under every stone 

Pretending to be a small thing. 

The shadow tethered to joy's light 

Needle in the heart's cushion 

Each loss, a tremor of the first. 

 

It is in love with me, my grief 

Unconditionally. 

And I must learn to love it back 

Or be outlived by it.