As long as I can crack jokes about it, there can’t be anything gruesome or terrifying or unnerving at all about dying. I hope. (She said, winking and smiling slyly.)
Pretty Little Graveyard
Pretty little graveyard,
How all your headstones gleam!
How delicate and marvelous
Your mausoleums seem!
It’s sweet and quaint and dainty,
The peaceful way you lie
Filled up with rotten corpses,
Under the sunny sky.
Funeral Arrangements
The way the flowers grew in shade,
I knew at once that one fine day
They’d make a funeral bouquet
All prearranged, as though pre-made
By funeral mutes in plumed top hats
And wearing bombazine black sashes,
Their pearly skin as pale as ashes,
Accompanied by coal-black cats
Between the funeral-wreathed front doors,
Their carriage drawn by sleek black steeds,
With passengers in widows’ weeds
As fitting as the hellebores’.
Art-Colored Glasses 
Deliciously macabre Kathryn! Love the ending to the second, “As fitting as the hellebores” 🙂
No one knows better than you how to create a happily dark atmosphere, my dear! Glad to share with a sister enthusiast! 🙂
Why is it that lately your poetry is so full of death imagery? – Or perhaps I’m overthinking.
Nonetheless beautiful – the words wrap around like a merciless tale.
Lovely, they bring out some kind of magic..though a little hollow when of death.
Oh, honey, I have absolute *boatloads* of dark humor and even darker Poe-etry lying around. It’s just my twisted sense of entertainment, not any grim inner life. 🙂 xo!
A great post, Kathryn! 🙂 For me, death holds no fear. It is the one thing all of us must face, no matter who we have been in life.
Thank you, dear Ted. Glad you enjoyed it. 🙂
Stark!
But purely for fictional purposes, my dear! 🙂
Yep 🙂
I’m with you – if I can joke about a thing, it has no power over me…
Except for the part where I have to (re)explain that to my husband. Kinda takes the fun out of it….
Great work.
Strangely, Richard seems to understand my weird little mind quite well and require very little ‘splainin’ from me. What does that say about him? Oh, never mind, he *married* me, after all; clearly he’s just a bit wacky himself. I do like that in my companions. Thanks for being in on the joke!
I love that second image and the delightful poems, especially the first.
Swell! Somehow I’m not surprised that you would ‘get’ that collage piece. Yay!
I especially like the first one…yes, these are a little dark, but something playful in them too!
Clearly I’m a person still filled with the little child’s pleasure at being *safely* scared.