Grave

This my Gravedigging hour
lingering, peeping --
with Ladies and --
their squeamish little Teardrops
    
Me my Spade
We till,
We slog and lay
Each other down

Upon a Perch;
A Raven lurks,
Eating carrion.

He collects his due,
Upon the hue;
of Those that
Past away --

He peers, and
Peeps;
From on the Perch --
and leaps to the
Nether Land.

Reviews

[Lyn Anderson]

Of course one cannot help but recall Poe when the Raven is taken on - I confess I have a couple such poems myself. I think this is very eerie and calm at the same time. Matter of fact. Well done.

[Bob Sherunkle]

The words create an eerie,yet beautiful imagery.

[jenniewren (J.W. Bouwma..]

god. you have such skill with this style - your brevity of language adds so much to the image. intense, small, well given. it makes me itch to write - which is a sign of how much i enjoy iy..

[Mr.Boffin]

thank you for the kind words! make my day much brighter :)

[Pryde Foltz]

Great piece, Randall. Great characterization and mood.

[Mr.Boffin]

thank you very much! :)