Remains

My response to Sue Vincent’s Thursday Photo Prompt – Crypt – #writephoto 

In the whispering shadow-play of the crypt,

Light flickers and darkness drips,

Spreading like candle wax, an eerie estuary

Where life meets death in the ancient ossuary.

Bones crumble in catacombs,

Phantoms mumble in marble tombs;

Motes dance on a stale breath of air,

The shivering dust of ancient skin and hair.

 

© Kim M. Russell, 2016