New poem - Hundy Mundy Burial Site

We've been visiting the Hundy Mundy Natural Woodland Burial Site near Kelso for several years since a dear young relative was buried there. This poem is for Albert.

Hundy Mundy Burial Site

Once here the dead become cocooned inside 
the earth. They shelter in grassed-over kists 

within high stands of beech, pine and oak. 
There are no tidy rows and each lies entirely 

alone on their own meridian. Their eulogies
are written in softening inscriptions on flat-bedded 

stones with wildflowers and pine cones. 
And in the last clearing on the hill surrounded 

by the Lammermuirs, Eildons and Cheviots, 
there's a gothic folly named for a Pictish Princess, 

Hunimundias. I like to think the crows and rooks
help to oversee this place which always welcomes,
always waits.


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