2021 NaPoWriMo April 8 Dreams from a Gravestone


Today, I’d like to challenge you to read a few of the poems from Edgar Lee Masters’ eminently creepy 1915 book Spoon River Anthology, and then write your own poem in the form of a monologue delivered by someone who is dead.

Dreams from a Gravestone

Dim light in the dark
where no memory lingers

you never knew me
this my epitaph

welcome, Stranger, be at ease
smell the roses on my grave

let sweet fragrance waft where
petallike, hovering, soaring,

arranged in spirals, forever
parallel, ascending, we touch in

an instant’s communion
all that we know.

Like moth wings we unfold
trembling before a light

that dispels questions
illumines answers

distills dewdrops into diamonds
molds feathers into gold-tipped quills

welds us together
sanctifies us all

called you here, Stranger,
witness and wonder

savor this instant’s
fragrant uncertainty.

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