My response to dVerse Poets Pub Quadrille – 5 – World Poetry Day – Melt
In the graveyard,
final moments
melt like kisses
on eyelids of the dead;
sods of earth
melt like shadows
into the darkness of the grave.
A small child,
wandering between legs
of adults,
coats and trousers flapping
in the funereal breeze,
melts into mourning.
© Kim M. Russell, 2016
Image found on www.avictorian.com
writing in north norfolk 
Sadly poignant with beautiful wordplay!
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I think the melting into mourning is a sad way to describe that funeral feeling
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I love the use of melting, into the eyelids of death, like shadows, into the mourning ~ Poignant and sharp of sadness ~
Beautiful writing Kim ~
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Thank you, Grace 🙂
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Succinct and yet full of detail and feeling – very moving! I like the use of repetition.
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Thank you, Rosemary.
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Tightly written and sad vignette. Structured and powerful, a wonderful piece of poetics, Kim!
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Thank you, Walt!
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A strong piece that somehow coincides with the chaos & sadness today in Brussels. We live in strange times, though I refuse to believe it is the End Times. Of course if Trump becomes President, who the hell knows where things will evolve or disintegrate?
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poignant piece 🙂
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Thank you 😊
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a heart tugging piece…
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Remember my father’s going …
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This is a beautiful rumination on loss.
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Thank you, Anna.
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Heartbreaking. Melting into mourning – I love the wordplay.
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Thank you 🙂
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Some lovely word combinations in this poem, Kim. Nicely done.
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There’s something especially sad about a child melting into mourning. You packed a punch with your 44 words!
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SMiLes
theRe’s
something
FunEreaL
about online..
i never figUred
out unTil i cAMe
to thiS ceMeTery..
Late..;)
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