Upon Hearing the News of My Mother's Death



coarse salt

ice crushed hot

pepper knees ground down

bean-sĂ­dhe bean-nighe wail shatters glass





This is another Fibonacci poem with the lines running through the Fibonacci sequence: One, One, Two, Three, Five and Eight. The prompt is from Not Without Poetry: Say something without actually saying it. To reveal something through a series of images, rhythms, and sounds that give us more of an experience of, or a feeling about, what happened rather than the actual facts, events and story line. Photo from http://thingsivetasted.tumblr.com/.