31/52 "Val's Rainbow"

The 100 word project

What the Cliffs of Moher looked like when we arrived

Right as I sprinkled Mom’s ashes

Less than one minute after I spread Mom’s ashes

31/52 “Val’s Rainbow”

Irish coastal countryside, cool and misty with wind blown sea grass of watercolor yellow and green, scattered wild flowers. Eight poets trudging uphill in the early morning quiet. Up ahead, a rock quarry with a man drilling as we sneak alongside the lip of the canyon. Up and over some barbed wire, we descend at the edge of the Cliffs of Moher. I toss Mom’s ashes into the air, blessing her name with poetry. We turn, and there, over the ocean, a rainbow appears. Gasps, tears, we hold hands and snap photos as we breathe out, Val, into the ether.