Elegy from the grave

Little something I bashed together after a walk through the graveyard today.

Elegy from the grave

Step on my grave, I beg you! �" I feel no pain,

If only to hear you say my name.

Trace weathered letters with your finger fine:

My life spelt out in two short lines.

You think perhaps forever I lay here

Since stretched between us lie so many year?

But I too laughed and laboured, loved and cried,

‘Til life and love fled from my eye;

Then love’s great pain turned to regret,

As passing years taught them to forget,

Until one day there were none to mourn,

For life moves on, to those being born.

You’ve done me service, friend �" now go:

I am resigned to nullity, you know.

And �" Ah! Who can say entirely that love is gone

While root of Holly and Yew embrace my bone?

 

Martin Pickersgill

24/11/2012

Reviews

[Sami Khalil]

A splendid read and write...Bravo....................

[Rob Santana]

Graveyards are the most peaceful places I have ever been too. When I walk through one my mind and body become so relaxed. Very strange. Awesome writing.

[Dean]

Those graveyard walks can yield a lot of poetic thoughts, as I too have discovered if you peruse my writing. This one is creative and imaginative and I like it very much. I hope we can further share writing as we have this morning. Please?

[Tiffany Kelley]

Very good! Bravo.

[PP]

How so beautiful!!! I am well happy to see you here..