To let Richard Wright:s haiku:
The scarecrow’s old hat
Was flung by the winter wind
Into a graveyard.
inspire us to do a solo-renga again. My effort follows below:
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graveyard hinges wail
icy gusts come visiting
breathing death
shoveling the frozen dirt
another grave to fill
black against the snow
crow and widow side by side
backs against the wind
perspiring in the cold
coffin lowered carefully
today begins
her life in loneliness
long-stemmed rose
resting on mahogany
mingling words with muted wails
Funeral in the Snow near the Old Tower by Vincent van Gogh
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December 21, 2014
Björn Rudbergs writings 
Stunning images!
Bjorn, Great description. Very dark and well written. — Suzanne
I can’t help but wonder how restful mahogany is…
I love the starting haiku about ironmongery. Reminds me of the beginning chapter of “A Christmas Carol” by Dickens. This solo renga is wicked sad. 🙂 Awesome!
Ah. yes he started with the coffin-nail…
Reminds me of two things…
The old west and of New Orleans, were the possession would be joyous.
I read so many stories of devoted couples who seem to pass so closely together not wanting to be without the other… and yet some widowed folk live long in sadness. Well captured.
I second what Lovely Thing says: sad doings here.
Sad but beautiful – so well done!
I really like the tone you manage to capture here – treading that fine line between the sad emotional side and the business-like side of conducting a funeral. It’s expertly judged throughout, I think.
poignant and exquisite.