The stench of shadows long since gone,
Creep solemnly among these walls.
A diamond cut within the stones,
Buries some rich person
Here, no doubt.
Stone cutters lent no attention back then
To fashioning stone for lesser men.
No bricks beneath, just solid work,
Pleasing a family of aristocrats
Who valued it by cost.
Kept up to this day, though dark and wet,
Rats scurry in like trespassers.
Collages of skeletal remains suggest
Someone might have been buried alive,
But history is inconclusive.
Scraping among the shaded walls
Firelight wears thin from torches
As I find her sitting here in ugliness.
There aren’t jewels upon her crown…
Only wormed holes in graying ivory.
Long white hair replacing auburn,
A hallowed stare that sees no light…
No longer a Matriarch of higher caste,
In concomitance with insects
She’s my personal queen of pests.
My conjecture has always been
That we are buried as we have lived.
No flowers are placed within a tomb,
No one drops by on holidays
To say I loved you when…
So give me a pauper’s grave my friend,
Where my sweeties can oft drop by,
To shoot the breeze in soft refrain
Or tell me through sunshine and the rain…
Remember me? I loved you when…
The end?
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Veronica Coldiron
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All of your poetry feels like a song. This one is melancholic and so beautifully written. Loved it!!
You've captured the true essence of poetry with this piece. It was very well crafted and so meaningful. It felt like it was written in the deep past. Thanks for sharing. subscribed and hearted.
So much sadness in this. But some exquisite wordplay and word choices. These lines were particularly gorgeous "No longer a Matriarch of higher caste, In concomitance with insects"
I love the contrast within this. ..my personal queen of pests. I like that line very much.
WOW! The imagery here is incredible. The sadness in this pulled at my heartstrings but I was also captivated by the hauntingness of it!
Awesome social commentary poem!!! Left some love!!!💕💖😊