Witches in Fiction 2015 -- Death Rites and Remembrances

It's my first time contributing to Magaly's annual bloghop of wicked witchy fun! She gave people a lot of leeway with this year's theme -- "Your entry must focus on death rituals. Witches and magic motifs are optional." I knew immediately what I must write.

Alas, I'm afraid there will be no witches or magic in my entry. Just a lighthearted death-related ritual to honour a certain friend's life and personality when her inevitable day of departure arrives (hopefully not for many, many years in the future).

scattering

not for her a forlorn niche

in some forgotten cemetery

nor a staid and solemn scattering

in a wayside memorial garden

no, not even a canoe-and-backpack trip

to scatter her amidst the wilderness beauty

of a mountain lake

no, she will be released out of the open sun-roof

of a speeding van doing 140 klicks

down the yellowhead highway

across the canadian prairies

on a glorious summer day
under a flax blue sky
a golden sun
and a few fluffy clouds

with two . . . no, make that three . . .

screaming cop cars in hot pursuit

lights flashing, sirens blaring
tires scarcely touching the pavement

her ashes will stream backwards

floating over their heads

untouchable at last
a brilliant rainbow arc of glitter
for how could her ashes be
a mere dull pewter grey

yes, one final bit of scofflaw fun

one last defiant fist shaken at the mounties

and their devil hand-held radar machines

and unjust speeding tickets
which plagued her heavy foot
and cost her untold amounts of money
over so many many years

be it so