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.
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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