Our Covid poems (1)

Yalda Javadi

Eyes; that once burned with flames of life sea grey, deeper than the oceans depths, Are fading and clouding into coming night dimming into twilight and their final rest. Face; soft etched with youths fading grace is now scarred over by Deaths cold hand, Memories of you worn away like frayed lace leaving only the jutting bones to stand. Hands; hands that once moved my world lie like the roots of old upended trees, Stubby, grey and wrinkled with the cold they persist while their life force flees.