Tuesday 1 December 2009

Old Stone

Hady Hill Cemetery

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.

6 comments:

Dave King said...

Very telling, both the poem and the image - and especially the two together.

Unknown said...

How absolutely gorgeous. This is superb, Rachel.

Loved the phrenology of a grave.

aims said...

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.

Rachel Green said...

Thank you all.

I was quite moved by my visit to hady Hill cemetery yesterday.

sonia said...

so very, very sad.
The photo is brilliant - beautiful composition.

Rachel Green said...

Thanks Sonia.

Very Italian, i thought the photo.