I saw a really awesome art on bluesky of a black dog in a graveyard. Look at it! So cool!
The Churchyard's Watchful Protector
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And naturally, as someone who enjoys and makes art, I had to comment that I wrote a poem about this sort of thing. Which, can be annoying to some to just mention that I write about things and stuff, but it isn’t going to market itself. AND I wanted to relate. AND also point and be like “oh! I have a thing!”
Thus, I am sharing the poem with y’all today.
Old Aidde Girl
On a cloudy day,
under a sky of gray,
the stones sat silently
The old tombstones leaned
at different angles,
half sunken into the ground,
time,ย
wind,ย
and rain wore away
the name of these long ago,ย
dearly departed,
what little could be read
was covered by layers
of dirt,ย
moss,ย
and lichen
โOh the sorrow, to be forgottenโ,
some may lament,
but perhaps,ย
it could be seen
as a sort of peace.
All the soulsย
had earned their rest
The caw of a crow
wakes an old black dog,
her sleepy eyes peel open
and stare tiredly at theย
feathered thing that woke her
It cawed again,
and then again,
and again
In a matter of moments,
more birds appeared,
a whole murder of corvus corone
started to harass the old dog
with caws and loud flapsย
of their wings,
to bother the dog had become
a favorite of their games
The dog huffed,
she wasnโt new to their pestering,
she stood upon herย
salt and peppery legs
that shook with age,
before she suddenly lunged
with an energy
the trickster birds were sure
the olโ girl couldnโt muster
As olโ Aidde girl jumped and barked,
and growled and pounced,
feeling akin to beingย
a young pup again,
the crows laughed and scattered,
they swooped and looped
until Aidde pinnedย
one of the troublesome birds
beneath a strong paw.
โWe were just playing, Aidde! We jest!โ
cried the crow in mock fear
Aidde stepped away from the birds
as she shook her head.
Such silly things they were.
โOff with ye, ye pests,
Next time, I might bite off a headโ
The crows then flapped away,
into the pines that grew just beyond
the borders of the hallowed ground
Olโ Aidde girl was joking of course,
she had no reason to follow through
such a grisly thing
Olโ Aidde girl,,
was the first to be buried
in the long forgotten cemetery
There were no moreย
souls to guide.
It had been nearly 50 years since
anyone had been buried in Aiddeโs cemetery
The crows gaveย
something to dear Aidde
to occupy her time.
She would be there for all eternity,
and there had to be something else
for her to do than sleep
while she waited for the new souls
that would never pass
through her cemetery gates
This poem is one of many within my book, The Shadow on the Wall. If you enjoyed this poem, please consider picking up a copy of the book for yourself. You can get a physical copy from my shop (as well as a free PDF). It’s also available on tons of book sites, but for a price.
The featured image is a photo taken by SpookyxPickle while visiting Vermont.
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