Highgate CemeteryA Poem by Chris ShawA visit to Highgate Cemetery, London with Pandora a poet friend. Although it was a hot day she had shivers running up and down her spine.
Through a colonnade we see
how green the ivy and the ferns grow in this shaded avenue, where trees have seeded through the years to shelter mourners left in tears. Vines entwine and lichen clings to monuments of chiseled stone. Angels bow their heads in sadness, others lift their wings in gladness. Influence of far off Egypt, Redgrave, Marx and Mahler's daughter. Grecian urns or celtic crosses, all the faiths have suffered losses. Magnifique this ornate splendour, only for the richest people, yet the dead I sense some linger and their shadows point a finger. Carvings mingle with the flora, little cherubs trumpet loudly, gothic style on family tombs, while gloom descends on catacombs and someone has tiptoed over Pandora's grave, - time to leave.
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19 Reviews Added on April 17, 2018 Last Updated on April 17, 2018 AuthorChris ShawBerkshire, United KingdomAboutAlbert, my paternal grandfather introduced me to Tennyson when I was nine. I have loved poetry ever since but did not attempt writing a single piece until I was 40. It's never too late to try somethin.. more..Writing
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