William Richards

Mourning Shadows

Sudden March winds carry high black
birds drunkenly across the blue grey above
the dark line of snaking cars below,
between the bending trees and sullen grass,
between the grey granite and dark marble pass

the subdued in black and grey, and darkest blue,
and each grave face tells of sadness and the loss
of another fallen soul, midst polite exchanges,
we wait our turn and patiently and politely queue,
as we reserved British are well renowned to do.

And when all songs are sung, all Eulogies made,
we spill into the light, where long shadows fall
across the scattered wreaths, with love,
across the chill breeze, surprising a twist of white,
ethereal smoke, whispering through the canopy above.

Our morning shadows fall, as Autumn's leaves,
filling the dark and silent earth beneath our feet,
gliding across the sentiments and moss-cloaked stone,
following the worn and twisted path of the spirits
of those who went before us, and are gone.

Topic(s) of this poem: funeral

Poem Submitted: Sunday, December 4, 2016
Poem Edited: Wednesday, February 8, 2017

Form: Free Verse

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The end of a life

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Comments about Mourning Shadows by William Richards

  • Kim BarneyKim Barney (12/4/2016 4:26:00 PM)

    Very nice. I especially like the last verse. You have expressed yourself well in this poem.

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  • Chinedu DikeChinedu Dike (12/4/2016 3:19:00 PM)

    Brought piece of poetry, well articulated and elegantly brought forth in good poetic diction with conviction. Thanks for sharing William.

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