Eyes of opal cream and limbs like a twist of deadwood.
Tears shining like a crow’s back in the midday sun.
I’d like to take up residence in the tracery of an old reptile skin.
Were you feeble in the end? Or did you wear every wince like a fashion?
Night edges in, warm and invasive– a clammy hand about the throat.
Thumping through the dark, there are holes in my punchinello-shoes– and though this path is softened with grass, it is host to many thorns and stones.
(My paternal grandmother died an October ago, and I shot these images shortly after being informed some months later.)
A Day in the Brine 
I think my problem is that I was too feeble in the beginning.
Does not sound like a problem to me. Vulnerability can be a kind of strength. Thanks for drizzling by and having a wee look around.
Smiling cheers,
Autumn Jade
Autumn Jade so nice to have you back ~ your images bring out both the melancholy of life, but also a beauty of a life well-lived. They match so well your final words “Thumping through the dark, there are holes in my punchinello-shoes– and though this path is softened with grass, it is host to many thorns and stones.” Wishing you a great finish to the summer ~ take care.
Wish you a safe
and healthuy 2021
Hugs. The same to you my friend, happy New Year 😀