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The Graveyard
by Michael Madden
Sunday, January 09, 2011
Rated "G" by the Author.
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Many of us have an irrational fear of graveyards, particularly at night, but really, what is there to feat but fear itself (sic)!

The Graveyard

It was the darkest night.
Shades of black confused my eyes,
And offered little to reveal the landscape.
As I entered through the cemetery gates,
Gravestones were but shadows,
The trees mere thoughts,
An outline at best,
Creaking in the cold night air.
Fear grows,
And in that place the darkness nurtured,
As it caressed the long dead bones beneath my feet.
My breath was sharp and clear,
Before it too became immersed,
As one with the swirling mists,
And I hurried towards an instinctive light.
The silence was never perfect.
Soft footfalls ever changing.
The rustling, crunching, crackling
As autumn leaves succumbed,
And beyond an orchestra played,
As the wind whispered.
“Beware the shadows”,
Its voice seemed to warn as onwards I walked.
I stiffened against the night,
And the hoot of an unseen owl ebbed away.
A dog barked in the distance,
Whilst close by a creature scurried,
Pursued by unknown foes.
But these foes could not be mine,
For mine were stronger, fiercer, deathly,
And borne of my mind.
The branches drew me closer,
Then the sky shifted and a barren moon lit that mournful place.
The graveyard was still.
An ageless memorial,
As the sleeping souls mocked my tentative steps.
Spurred on by the fleeting light,
That was all too soon imprisoned by naked
clouds,
Plunging me once again into the pit of bleakness and despair,
I heard the sound of laughter far away,
Then nothing.
The inky blackness enshrouded my body,
Eating my spirit,
Until at last the end was in sight.
A glow in the distance brightened as I quickened my pace.
With a nervous laugh I left the faceless names behind,
And soon that spirit was whole again.

 

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Reviewed by Margaret Blake 7/29/2012
I actually love graveyards ... I think there is something that grabs your soul and takes you to those places of long ago. I always feel at peace when in one.
Reviewed by Diana Legun (Reader) 6/1/2012
This carried all the blanche and prickle of night and imagination being bigger than life. I especially like "Shades of black.." "...hurried towards the instinctive light." Sound was a character in this scene, and very profound was: "But these foes .../And borne of my mind." "Eating my spirit," so fitting for the devourment of a graveyard. Remarkable effect does "..faceless names.." have for me. ~~ Diana
Reviewed by Chantilly Lace (Reader) 1/9/2011
Very well written dear man...enjoyed...stay safe and well..Hugss
Reviewed by Donna Chandler 1/9/2011
A well-written verse of the fears we carry within ourselves.

Donna



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