I sit beneath the stone angel,
Her face is hard and grey,
As she stares upon the rows of the mismatched tombstones,
She is the guardian of the cemetery,
...
The moon stands high in the sky,
Pale as a vampire's smile,
My body casts a long shadow over the graveyard,
The lost souls whisper to me,
...
Sometimes I feel like my poems are too short,
I could make them a little longer I guess,
...
When you wish upon a star,
Doesn’t matter who you,
...
Catie Belle Stark is a fledgling poet and actress from Des Moines, IA. She enjoys movies, TV, pulp fiction and spending time with her pets. Catie went through a dark phase in middle school when she was very depressed and lonely but turned her pain into beauty through poetry. Her favorite shows are Arressted Developemnt, Justified, Star Trek, Spartacus: Blood and Sand, Dr. Who and The Shield. Poetry is a long time hobby of Catie's and she really enjoys writing.)
The Stone Angel
I sit beneath the stone angel,
Her face is hard and grey,
As she stares upon the rows of the mismatched tombstones,
She is the guardian of the cemetery,
She watches over the dead,
Everything that her stone gaze falls upon,
Is filled with awe and respect,
I glace at the surrounding tombstones,
Seeing the wreaths and roses people bought,
And placed upon the beds of the departed,
An offering to God,
To show how much the soul was loved,
Hoping that He will extend that same love to the deceased,
It's a place of quiet and peace,
So still,
So strange,
To know,
That beneath the earth,
Lie people who will never again share their stories.
I ponder what those stories might be,
As I sit beneath the stone angel,
And gaze upon the rows of her children,
I turn my gaze once again,
To her maternal stone face,
I begin to write.