Will I too lie in this graveyard
My ashes merged with loamy earth
Next to someone else’s headstone?
Sun shining on daisies and
Wind wheezing between graves
A walker passing by may pause
to read the inscription
chiselled in the stone
Then stumble on some tufts of grass
shorter than the rest
Surmise that ashes still lie
in that bare patch
The assorted photos are a mix of some of the grave sites and memorials I have walked past or visited .Some are from Spain ,sometimes huge headstones to individuals or memorials to heros in the Civil War alongside statues of saints and poets.The Chinese memorial is to the General who in 1659 lost the great city of Xian to the Qing army ,and burnt himself to death.Some are nearer home culturally –the barrows of 5,500 years ago ,in the Cotswold Hills .The photo with the bluebells is next to a family grave in a churchyard in Bath ,Somerset .
I searched my photos to find a photo of the graveyard which inspired this poem.But my memory was wrong , I didnt use my camera there .The image is clear in my head : a site I tripped over a few times while exploring the graveyard at St Marys ,Prestbury village .I visited my uncles grave with my aunt ,his wife .He has a name and a plaque.But near him was a bare patch ,where maybe once upon a time there had been a small stone .Now no name, no marker.
During my times in Cheltenham a favourite walk was from my aunts house ,across the Cheltenham Racecourse through the fields ,and then a cut through the graveyard to reach the village pub in Prestbury .There, opposite the little church .we drank our cider.