Is there shame in the shade,
in the depth by the wake of your gaze,
in candles unlit?
Once your words were like bees
besotted with bloom,
but your sun eclipsed for my crave
spinning gold from the straw.
Is there shame in pulling blades
from flowers in pots by your grave?
A 55 for toads, traditionally we do not celebrate Halloween in Sweden, but all saints day. This is the day to go to our graves and put flowers, and light candles. Some of the words in this poem is inspired after reading Rapture by Carol Ann Duffy. Really inspiring poetry friends. I will also link this to Poetry Pantry tomorrow morning.
October 31, 2015