Burial Place

Hidden in a corner

lying in one place

nooked into some little elder tree,

growing by the wicket,

at the edge of the garden.

In glade and valley and lonely lane,

in thorpe and village and farm,

ageless superstitions bob up unexpectedly

like gargoyles nooked in here and there.

Relieving the solemnity of some ancient place,

hearing two-decibel hushed whispers,

the hewer digs into the bottom of the stratum.

Reviews

[smilempsn]

Well that description...Aahh.. certainly a sad...horrified place to be :(
nice imagination...