Alice

I lie beneath this rusted cross of curlicues,
surrounded by these muted churchyard hues,
alone among lichen-covered stones,
in the peaceful housing of my crumbled bones.

You’re imagining my life, how bright my smile
for parents, siblings, husband, perhaps a child;
you know my my name, the date when I was born –
and died – but no idea of those who mourned.

Kim M, Russell, 8th April 2021

My response to NaPoWriMo Day Eight

Our eighth challenge is inspired by Edgar Lee Masters’ book, Spoon River Anthology. Published in 1915, it consists of over 100 poetic monologues, each spoken by a person buried in the cemetery of the fictional town of Spoon River, Illinois. We are asked to read a few of the poems from Spoon River Anthology, and then write our own poems in the form of a monologue delivered by someone who is dead. I returned to a poem I wrote some years ago about a grave in our local village church, which I have re-imagined and explored as a monologue.

7 thoughts on “Alice

  1. What a beautiful way to mark a grave. Lovely poem, too. Our churchyard has two small plaques for two children killed during the (WWII) Japanese massacre of Hong Kong on Christmas Day. I didn’t notice those plaques until we returned back here after living in Hong Kong for many years. The odd thing is that I used to walk right by the place where the massacre happened on my morning walks. I always pause when I walk by those plaques now.

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    1. That was an amazing find, Marilyn! Graveyards are wonderful places to explore. I used to visit Highgate Cemetery for the beautiful statuary, history and famous names.

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