“Winter Widow”

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“Winter Widow” is published in the new edition of “A Seasoning of Lust”, Amazon.com

 

At the window she saw the naked trees of winter lit by a slivered crescent moon, casting thin shadows upon frigid ground. Skeletons in the moonlight, ghostly trees, as brittle as her own internal landscape. There was little flesh about her now, she a fresh widow, reduced by grief until resembling the fragile branches outside in the sullen night.

There was a time when she was juicy, ripe with swelling tissue, wet with moisture, velvet of skin. She lapped at life with full lips and embracing gestures. Speared on her husband  she moaned, screamed with laughter and pivoted in sheer joy. Her life had been full, overflowing, desirable, endless, a portrait of promise.

He died one day, and life turned surreal. So much remained, only the reason for living gone. The temperature of life grown colder, like him under the soil.

Outside it started to snow. She watched the gentle coverage of branch, bush and ground, a tender benediction offered to a cradled earth. She went and knelt in the snow, now grateful for this arousal to life and sensation.

She would live, but thought he must be so cold under the snow.

Jane Kohut-Bartels

Copyrighted, 2017

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7 Responses to ““Winter Widow””

  1. Hélène/Mother Willow Says:

    Such incredible writing Jane. You are blessed with a great gift for writing.

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  2. ladynyo Says:

    Hello, Helene! So good to read you! Thank you so much. Sometimes I hit it…sometimes I miss LOL! Life!

    But I plow on…regardless of what may come…but that is life, right? This piece (Winter Widow) apparently moved my wonderful therapist who quit on me (retired) but with her help, life (and writing) went on. She used it apparently with a group of widows….and I don’t know what it accomplished, but what an honor where perhaps your writing can bring some sort of therapeutic benefit. Myself? My husband of 32 years is almost 10 years younger….and I am very selfish: I hope he becomes a widower first. The thought of him going before me…well. Thank you Helene. You are so kind.

    Love and Hugs!

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  3. Hélène/Mother Willow Says:

    It is a very powerful piece. Hope your weekend is good Jane.

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  4. Hélène/Mother Willow Says:

    What an honor to have this chosen by the therapist. 👍🙂

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  5. ladynyo Says:

    Well, I hoped she got what she wanted from this poem. Thanks, Helene!

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  6. ladynyo Says:

    Thank you, Helene. I don’t necessarily realize the power in a poem until someone points it out. LOL! I think so much is in the eyes of the reader….and I think I learn more about my own writings from other’s views. It’s cold here, Helene, but probably not as cold as where you are. You also, have a lovely weekend. Hugs!

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  7. Hélène/Mother Willow Says:

    It is cold outside here. Warm hugs to you Jane.

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