Prompt:
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.
Beautifully loving.
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Thank you ❤️ Barbara!
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My favourite stanza:
Like moth wings we unfold
trembling before a light
Love the entire poem!
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