If Death Be My Lover

In response to SpookOctober Prompt №1

If death be my lover — We will walk down To our favourite cafe Round the corner, Hand in hand, Snug into our Favourite nook Order our favourite Latte. Death, lost in my eyes, Will hold my hands and entreat, “Be mine” Releasing my hand,I will Smile, “Not yet, There is time”!

If death be my lover — We will take a stroll in The graveyard, Whispers filling the whiff, Looking for my Earth to call home, Reading names in The stones, Reciting Poems From the epitaphs, Will look into each Other’s smiling eyes, savouring our ‘homemaking’ ways…

If death be my lover — I will take him to bed, Looking into my Eyes,he will invite,“it’s time”! And I will reach out for his arms, Melting in his embrace, Will sail through the river of calm,undaunted, Walking through the clouds, will come home —

Safe With my lover Death

This poem stems from one memory and one realisation.

As a kid I often visited cemeteries on Sundays with my father. The quite, serene of the green laden zone, around people with folded hands in prayers for their beloved,conjured up a certain gravitas and dignity which other places of visit lacked.Little did I know it was my father’s ways of introducing me to the inevitable.

As an adult, seeing death from close was an experience in denial for me.But over time the realisation has dawned upon, as to how much I un-accept, Death is an eventuality.

So why not accept gracefully!

Thank You Diana C.and KTHT for these amazing prompts which get our head spinning. A little sorry to be late. Also Thank You for publishing my poem.

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Thanking everyone for taking note.