This is a Carol Ann Duffy appreciation post. It’s been a while since I posted a poem by her so this one came to me at just the right time. Not a love poem but an aftermath-of-love poem. About longing for someone who has become an echo. Even though this poem is quite melancholy, its beauty really got to me. Hope it does the same for you.
I think I was searching for treasures or stones
in the clearest of pools
when your face…
when your face,
like the moon in a well
where I might wish…
might well wish
for the iced fire of your kiss;
only on water my lips, where your face…
where your face was reflected, lovely,
not really there when I turned
to look behind at the emptying air…
the emptying air.
Carol Ann Duffy