After Samhain

View of St Mary's Church and Graveyard from Castle Hill





I feel the power of the church
dismantling- flickering, smallening,
passing out of being
in the spirit path’s wake.
Gravestones slide
like markers of another aeon.
The dead are free in the world,
faces no longer pressed
against windows in a sea of mist.

I walk from the mound,
turn around to see the tower
reassert itself twice as tall
and sandstone strong,
the gravestones stand upright.


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