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Graveyard

Last updated on May 8, 2020

I spent time with Alyson Rhodes, as part of a workshop looking at inspiration for writing that can be derived from a cemetery (Bingley Cemetery on this occasion). The second of the two workshops was cancelled due to Coronavirus. However, I have so far produced two poems from the day.  I will add this to my collection of poems about graveyards.

This poem is one of them:

 

GRAVEYARD

Was it the moss that lichened him to the stone?

Did he spend a life of meaning whilst alive?

Beneath the earth remains of calcified bone

Whilst above the ground granite memorials loom,

Near lies MARINA, who died by the ocean

Here the ‘sea’ is wave upon wave of headstones

that stretch eastwards; an army moving in slow motion

marching on the spot, watching over loved ones.

 

There are the well tended and neglected plots

Homing a no longer old husband or wife

Graves of the haves and also of the have nots

long livers and some who died young in a strife

Some sought religion before they passed over

Others found a different faith late in life

But the one thing each gravestone had in common

words mourning their passing, that cut like a knife

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