Dandelion

By Melkur

Thu, 31 Jan 2013
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Bright yellow flower to be found
By the foot of the mourning stone:
Almost an affront to be that colour,
As a clown at a funeral,
Hamlet’s gravedigger in jest.

Turning clock-wise by an angel,
Stone hands fixed in prayer,
For times past and to come.
So the greying stalk seeds,
Raising brothers again by other stones.

Certificate U
Poem
East Highland Gothic
Nature

Comments

Submitted by sanexpeditus on
I think I have just found one of my favourite writers here! This is exceptional, you have an amazing ability to take the subtle, the ordinary and simple things and give them purpose, power and responsiblity for something greater, something deeper. 'the greying stalk seeds'.. such a keen eye for detail, my dear poet, a sharp observation that follows the migration of the death of flower to the surrounding tombstones. My kind of poetry!

Submitted by Melkur on
Thank you very much. :) I'm trying to find out how to provide a link to my website: www.easthighlandgothic.com. Please visit if you like.