Graves and Chairities

I'm trying something new today, just because the picture prompt sort of called to me. You may have heard of Magpie Tales, where wonderful poems and stories (and inspiration for them) abound. If time permits, you might want to visit there and enjoy the offerings of others poets and writers.

Graves and Chairities

©2011 Susan Noyes Anderson

What does it mean?

I am part of a scene,

and the chairs are filled

with ghosts.

If no more alive,

I would rather arrive

in a field graced by

heav’nly hosts.

Angels with wings

sing and strum at harp-strings;

a ghost is unshriven

and moans.

Unholy, it seems,

to surrender my dreams

in a graveyard whilst flesh

coats my bones.

Chairs to the right

and the left as the night

inches into me. Nay,

let me go.

I turn around,

seeking; but oh, the ground

pulls. It pulls...how it pulls

me below.

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HAPPY BIRTHDAY, BRYCE!

You have given us 4 years of pure pleasure.

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