Posted by: Miss McBooty | July 8, 2010

The Gravedigger

Happy Dark Poetry Wednesday!

The coins in his pocket jingle
as he walks from stone to stone.
His footsteps soft upon the ground
gracefully moving like a ladrone.
His hindrance found by a freshly dug grave
beneath an imperial willow tree.
He sets his shovel down beside him
and kneels heavy upon a battered knee.
A distinguished tear tails down his cheek
as he chokes back his sorrow.
The gravedigger says goodbye to his wife
amongst this darkened hollow.


  1. I had to look up ladrone.

  2. Word of the day 🙂

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