Tuesday, 13 February 2018

The undertaker at seventeen

She's learning to tend
the dead,unafraid
of their bloodless skin
restless as silk
beneath her touch.

She can't warm them
back to life
with a flame held close
against the wick
of their inner being

but blushes colour
into arctic cheeks,
smooths crimson polish
over women's nails:
waits for it to dry,

is careful not to smudge
though these fingers
won't flex again,
reach for a diamond ring,
a matching bracelet.

© Sheila Jacob

Sheila Jacob was born and raised in Birmingham and lives on the North Wales border with her Husband. She's had poems published in various U.K.magazines and webzines