29 May
Once she stood at this ancient cemetery
and watched the mist crumble away like broken down plaster
tawny lichen creeping through cracks in antique gravestones
honeysuckle scrambling over stone walls
in moments of madness she sees
ladies in tasseled dresses and gentlemen in fine hats
the spirits of mourners trapped here in the chill of a summer evening
in her more lucid moments she understood
that there is nothing as diverse as death
Now that is clever. Well done.
ReplyDeleteI like the way you turn mourners into the spirits inhabiting the graveyard, and diversity applied to death.
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