she weeps,
her face pressed against old stone
weathered by wind and rain
until the engraved letters are merely
lumps and hollows;
the phrenology of a grave
hiding her daughter
from the moonlight.
weathered by wind and rain
until the engraved letters are merely
lumps and hollows;
the phrenology of a grave
hiding her daughter
from the moonlight.
6 comments:
Very telling, both the poem and the image - and especially the two together.
How absolutely gorgeous. This is superb, Rachel.
Loved the phrenology of a grave.
Reminds me of my friend whose daughter died suddenly. She went out every night and slept on her grave. In the middle of winter at that.
So - heartbreaking.
Thank you all.
I was quite moved by my visit to hady Hill cemetery yesterday.
so very, very sad.
The photo is brilliant - beautiful composition.
Thanks Sonia.
Very Italian, i thought the photo.
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