Friday, October 7, 2016

Little Old Cemetery by Lark Beltran

Dawn trails night mist over cypresses
guarding a rusted gate seldom opened.
Beyond it, wisteria vines festoon
rows of crooked iron crosses, their
epitaphs corroding. A charnal charm
pervades, damp-earth effluvia
from has-been, laid-aside, long-lost loves.
Reddened with fallen bougainvillea bracks,
a rain puddle reflects the sad angel
honoring someone´s Maria.  Drained
of color, plastic roses in a cheap,
chipped vase before her tomb 
belie the affection of survivors
grown hoary and preoccupied
with their own mortality.  Full of life,
a robin scrabbles for the early worm.







Lark Beltran, originally from California, has lived In Peru for many years as an ESL teacher.  Many of Lark´s  poems have appeared in online and offline journals.

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