Inside the Tomb…
Looking inside
the dark tomb
i saw a window…
it’s beauty was not
for eyes
outside the walls…
twenty four handles
for
twenty four graves.
a family united…
by death….
100 and ten
years
of sleeping…..
the old broom
in the corner
i’m told
is for sweeping
away the sins…
a stone sculpture
of a angel
rests
above the door
as if to carry
their souls
to heaven….
picture and poem by connetta
Brooms and a lovely window to gaze upon. A very unusual photo – one that is the storyteller.
barbara said this on October 12, 2007 at 10:45 pm |