Poem: “Salt in My Wounds” by Edward W, Raby, Sr. – Written April 13, 2019
Once you were the spice of my life,
You kept me from spoiling
You were the flavor I needed
You made life less plain
Then you left me
laying in a pool of my own blood.
Leaving a wound
a void from your knife
Now memories of you are salty
Burning as they are applied to the scar
Salt in my wound
Preserving the regret and the pain.
– Ed Raby – April 13, 2019 –
Without a doubt this was the easiest poem I have ever written. At least as far as time and feeling are concerned. Took me literally just five minutes. Even more striking is how little over the last week I have edited it.
Miss Salty, as I called her, helped me through a lot. She is definitely wiser and smarter than her years would say. But this whole thing in reflection was a doomed voyage like the Titanic. Right now memories of this whole thing are bitter-sweet. Salty like she was. They hurt and yet I hope they bring about some cleansing like salt removing infection.
This poem is very much about love lost. Regrets that are repeated over and over, and so the sting of memory is there every time. I originally thought I would add another verse but then I am trying to experiment in letting my experiences and feeling resonate with others, so another verse might make things too specific. The reader can fill in their own lines of regrets and their own pain.
The Rabyd Skald – Wandering Soul, Bard and Philosopher. The Grey Wayfarer.