Your Skeletal Grace

We shake
And shake our petty bone rattles
As we stumble
And make our way out of
Our home turf,
Our headstone lined garden.
Begging you to ignore all the chatter
As i adorn your skeletal grace
With the sheerest of violet lace.
Out through those familiar iron gates
And onto the paved confusion of
Countless roads that lead right back
To the cold perfection
Of our midnight sky.
Shake your bones with me
Again.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

The story in the poem brought me in and made me feel the dance and the places. It had a feel of more peace than darkness to me. The ending left me with some kind of hope. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[Butch Decatoria]

I'm curious, was this about or written on the day of the dead? dia de muerto? Its great by the way, fearless against the fears heavy in our bones - yet your perspective is child like and wonder, dancing by the tomb stones. Great write...

[Patrick]

This is a provocative piece and full of much depth. I can relate totally to what you have penned here