On The Write Path

Here rest the vampires that never were (Brasov)

Here rest the vampires that never were

"Squeaky door; inside, the hush of carpets. Silent footfalls of the devout, the passage of 500 years, yesterday long forgot. Only icons can remember... and they speak not. Not one spot of ceiling, wall or floor rests unadorned. I sit on a cushion... my aching back and butt...

In the garden: cold stones cherish engraved names. I replant bulbs left for the dead. My hands covered with dirt... it's for the living I tell myself. For the next soul who will observe from this spot: the flowers that adorn the graves... real or not. Here rest the vampires that never were... asleep in plots.

© Kåre Enga [27.octombre.2016, written in St. Nicolas Cathedral (built 1495) in Brasov and sent to Merry Wheeler in Montana]

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