willow moon pearce

Rookie - 25 Points (October 1951 / London, UK)

Victorian Graveyard/London - Poem by willow moon pearce

Tombstones lean back and forth
Like a snaggled old mouth
So close together
They meld into stunning marble splendour

Pathways are blocked, overgrown and easy to fall
Catacombs barred to the rapists of our legacy
Dare I say that the Victorians
Treasured and built their monuments -
Maybe their way of being remembered
Always.

I cannot think of the deceased in their black plumed
Horse and carriages
Without the feeling that someday I will be here
Amongst the people I have always respected
In the dappled light with no sound.
Why does this haven bring me comfort.


Comments about Victorian Graveyard/London by willow moon pearce

  • (2/9/2006 10:56:00 AM)


    Just live for the now forget the way it will be. Once again nicely written.

    Patricia
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  • (11/17/2005 2:39:00 PM)


    perhaps post menpausal? ? rofl...i deeply enjoyed this (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, November 7, 2005

Poem Edited: Monday, November 7, 2005


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