Headstones (poem)

[Drui na Samhna]

"Headstones"

I.

On a hillside they lie, memories of marble, love frozen
In stone.
Crowned with crosses, adorned with angels, or supporting a
Saviour,
They mark the dead for the living.

II.

The noonday sun cannot warm their icy chill,
To touch them is to embrace the cold hand of Death.
Letters carved in their smooth faces give names to
Dust and bone.

III.

Monolith, standing in the center, it was the first.
It bears no name, for the wind and rain have taken it.
With broken wings, the angel atop it mouths a perpetual
Swansong.

A tell-tale crack reveals the jaws of Time that will grind it until
All that remains is nothing.

-James

[Crow]

I really like this one. I have felt feelings such as these in a cemetery, as I expect many have. I've found that cemeteries -- with death all around -- are wonderful places to reflect on life.

[SpiritHealer]

A tell-tale crack reveals the jaws of Time that will grind it until All that remains is nothing. -James

Really appropriate for the season. I especially like the above line and feel connected with this poem.

[Kaya-Nita]

Again very dark and macobb i like it.

[EarthWard]

My thoughts exactly when I pass a old graveyard.
Very well done.

[Robb Hawklord]

A very peaceful reflection on the short time we have in this life. The headstones will stand for longer than those who may still visit them today, cracked and worn, they will survive, just as the memories of those they celebrate slowly fade and also become cracked and worn, yet survive in our hearts until we return to the Earth Mother.

Hawky

[Drui na Samhna]

Thanks to everyone for your positive comments .

James