Description
In My Locket
by Marjorie Moorhead
Paper
List: $17.99
979-8-88838-572-2
2024
Anyone who has experienced loss of a parent will recognize this journey through grief, acceptance, celebration, memory, that preserves the departed loved one in our hearts. Marjorie Moorhead’s In My Locket shares a loving portrait of her father, and coming to terms with a life without him in it, while reminding readers to notice and find solace in the small wonders present in each day we are given.
Marjorie Moorhead lives and writes at the border of NH/VT. She is author of Every Small Breeze (Kelsay 2023), and What I Ask (Kelsay 2024). Also, chapbooks Survival: Trees, Tides, Song (Finishing Line Press 2019) and Survival Part 2: Trees, Birds, Ocean, Bees (Duck Lake Books 2020). Marjorie’s work appears in journals including Amethyst Review, Tiny Seed Literary, Moist Poetry Journal, Bloodroot Literary, Sheila-Na-Gig, Porter House Review, Poeming Pigeon, Verse-Virtual, What Rough Beast, A River Sings, The Poet’s Touchstone, and others. Her poems are included in anthologies benefitting environmental, women’s, COVID first responder, and refugee aid organizations. She has a poem in The Wonder of Small Things (James Crews, ed. 2023). Marjorie’s local poetry group is 4th Friday Poets.
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How do we process loss and grief? How do we cherish and honor those that we’ve lost?If you’re a poet, you write a chapbook’s worth of poems, and then consider sharing them with the world.
Sample poem:
Solace
Snubbed by it, I understand the value of sleep
so well just now.
The velvety comfort of it. Waking refreshed, clear,
renewed. You don’t know what you’ve got til
its gone. Yes, indeed, Joni Mitchell. You called it;
and so young.
I will go to music, whenever possible, for solace.
Wrap it around me like a quilt;
relax into the warmth. Let a good ballad grab hold
and melt like campfire marshmallows sliding
down their stick. A voice skewered with aching
lyrics over a jangly bare-boned tune stabs
the target every time, and takes me away
to a place I can rest.
There, I’ll sit in the lap of well-sung struggle;
ache; emotion; longing,
let it all bleed out,
and lay my burden down.
(originally published in Verse-Virtual)