Secrets From The Soil
rest in beautifully decorated sarcophagus
some inlaid with gold and gemstones
bodies prepared with spices and care
organs put into decorated clay pots
sealed for thousands of years
until found and studied by museums
spilling secrets from the soil
causes of death and life revealed
visualizing every feature and amulet
some mummies stand naked in groups
some are left as they were found
we see the faces, foods, and belongings
of these ancient people from our past
teaching us about life while celebrating death
while death teaches us about life.
© Rebecca Sanchez 2017
Written for dVerse~Poets Pub hoping I’m not too late since it’s Wednesday! I’ve been very busy not meaning to take off weeks of writing but I’m back. Life has a way of just happening while time flies. This is my animation of an image I found for the poem. Soil brings us so many things!
Kiss Of Death
So beautiful and rare
in death a kiss so fair
it makes the corpses jealous
their eyeless sockets stare.
An eternity in your arms
my angel wings boned bare.
© Rebecca Sanchez 2015
Another blast from the past (something a little different) shared with Poets Untied. This is a wallpaper meant to be shared and had no artist information like most wallpapers found to share online.
Oh sin eater, come today
come to where my loved one lay
he was easily led astray
help him cast these stains away.
Bread and wine upon the breast
of my darling laid to rest
half a shilling paid to thee
eat this meal and set him free.
Ameliorate this funeral feast
take on the sins of my deceased
allowing them to be released
so that my love may rest in peace.
© Rebecca Sanchez 2016
Written with Magpie Tales and Imaginary Garden Of Real Toads.
I am alone, askew,
naked as I first came into this world.
Flesh numb and nearly forgotten
I can smell the rotting vegetation
hear water nearby.
A deep peace comes over me as I
am liberated from the corporeal.
I can almost hear the ones that went before me
guiding me into the twilight.
You may have known this face, these hands,
maybe enough to call me friend.
This body has been loved and called lover
but this soul has passed.
Do not mistake the shell left behind…
© Rebecca Sanchez 2015
I want to bloom into a gazillion colors
I want weeds to flourish and take over my heart
I want my bones to opalize and shine
I want my silver hair to line a hummingbird’s nest
I want the worms to eat away the cloying flesh
I want to stay in this meadow
I have returned from whence I came.