Great prompt. Great picture. Not-so-great poem.

I'm not very happy with this poem, but something is always better than nothing so I won't complain too much. The prompt is courtesy of Read Write Poem and the image is from Doug Shaver. I am sorry to have done neither of them justice.


Cemetery in Malvern by Doug Shaver


In Cemeteries with Ghosts

Sitting in the grass we grasp at
handfuls of Spring blades
(Or is it Fall; I can’t keep track)

Hold them in the palms of our hands
Let the wind float them to another dimension

We used to be afraid of the dark and ghosts
Now we’re all grown up and afraid of death
It feels silly to admit, but I’m still afraid of spiders

We have hidden agendas
We have heads full of hopes

And dreams
And disappointments
We’ll bury them tonight is this warehouse of strangers

We don’t know these people
Who they were; who they wanted to be

We trace the names carved with such precision
Make up stories about the lives they lived and share them
Via telepathy

Lucky to have the kind of friendship
that doesn’t need words