Grief isn’t something that happens in one go, and it isn’t something that stays in its box. I find every funeral I end up at means not just mourning the loss of the person in the casket that day, but continued processing of all the losses I’ve experienced. So it’s no wonder when I had to say goodbye to a character I played that the experience would resonate with other griefs I was carrying. While the poem this is extracted from may have been written for The Woman Who Would Not Be Empress, it’s very much for my mother, too.
The Cathedral
Dangling exotic lamps float in defiance of the laws of physics, framing a hallway with a cathedral ceiling and a floor of Hindu sculptures. Starlight
