Wait for the banshee
to commence wailing
notice her compatriots
at the river's edge
Washer women prepare
to wash the funeral
garments in the waters
loosening mortal ties
knotted through many years.
Tears tumble down faces
words are murmured,
tea and spirits are poured.
No one speaks of the banshee
The Banshee raises her arm
calls the departing one
to her side enfolds
him into her embrace.
Elaine Reardon is a poet, herbalist, educator, and member of the Society of Children's Book Writers & Illustrators. Her chapbook The Heart is a Nursery For Hope was published by Flutter Press. Most recently Elaine’s poetry has been published by Crossways Journal, UCLA Journal, Automatic Pilot, Nicht.com, and MA Poet of the Moment. You can find her at elainereardon.wordpress.com
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