The churchyard yawns

The churchyard yawns

A Poem by andrew mitchell

The churchyard yawns.
As eight bells toll
a procession gathers
heads down,
a memory laid
to rest, given.
Lichen stones grey,
angled forlorn
seeing death
all before.
The churchyard yawns.

© 2015 andrew mitchell


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and when it yawns...it opens its mouth to consume the hearts and souls of those who have lost and been lost...

not yawning in a bored way...but an all encompassing opening up from deep within.

Posted 10 Years Ago


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Nothing awakens the soul like watching someone dear leave this world
it shakes you
Drives you to be a better person
or drags you down to the gutter
its a choice

you make alone

Posted 10 Years Ago


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10 Years Ago

may god give you a massive promotion
and much love
andrew mitchell

10 Years Ago

Doesn't quite work like that lol but thank you for your kind words
B

10 Years Ago

i bet it will
For just a description of a funeral, you make it seem as if I walk in the procession myself (but as pallbearer for I am a very large man). You have a great talent for casting imagery into the minds of readers with words, perhaps you are a word warlock after all :~)

Posted 10 Years Ago


andrew mitchell

10 Years Ago

You gave a smile lol If only, still smilng, if only I was a warlock of words. Thank you Bear. A maca.. read more

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Added on November 23, 2015
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andrew mitchell
andrew mitchell

adelaide, Australia



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