Grieve Well, Friend May grief’s moon-round pebble imbue thumb and forefinger with memories that stitch your breath’s seams, cut—honed like moon’s crescent— through jellied platitudes. May grief map your trek past memories that light— improbable—into your hands, onto your tongue, then melt fusing to skin and within. And may those memories bank a fire that smolders, sheds mere shreds of warmth for now, promises to dance in the fullness of time.
Nancy K. Jentsch’s poetry has appeared recently in Thimble Literary Magazine, Tiferet, Zingara Poetry Review and in numerous anthologies. In 2020, she received an Arts Enrichment Grant from the Kentucky Foundation for Women. Her chapbook, Authorized Visitors, was published in 2017 and her writer’s page on Facebook is https://www.facebook.com/NancyJentschPoet/