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Widow’s Waltz Revisited

Chuck Will’s call through mourning
singing up
a slow dance
waiting death, no dawdling

Chuck Will-ill’s
Chuck Will-ill’s
widow will
but Chuck won’t

Mourn limp limbs, sluggish mind,
solo waltz
years lost too
broken man death couldn’t find

Chuck will
Chuck did
Chuck Will’s
widow won’t

secret stash pills swallowed
no regret
bright flute leads
Chuck dances, she follows

Chuck Will-ill’s
Chuck Will-ill’s
widow will
but Chuck won’t

Chuck’s widow waltzes slow
luminous
nightgown swirls
shrouding grief letting go

Chuck will
Chuck did
Chuck Will’s
widow won’t

~Nara Malone

For those who don’t know, a chuck-will is a bird, much like a whip-poor-will, that sings at night. The first time you hear one you can recognize it by its call: chuck-will’s-widow.  A call that replays through the night. A few years back I wrote this poem about chuck-wills . This is a reworking for a class I’m taking and my contribution to dVersePoets.com OpenLinkNight. Drop by to see what others wrote or to join the fun yourself.

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