The Mausoleum

by Maple Tree   Jun 4, 2021


Upon the hills of rocks and stone

beyond moor of meadow dawn

rage of winds begin to soar

as haunting quail divide the bones

ageless memories whistle low-

as I begin to sigh,

softly.

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  • 1 month ago

    by Keira Pickard

    This is so beautiful!
    When I first saw the title, I thought this poem would be really chilling, Yet as soon as I read the first line it was clear this wasn't so much about what a mausoleum is, but about the feelings in it. In a graveyard or a place such as it, there's always a quiet sense of peace. You can almost touch the 'ageless memories' in your head.
    In some ways, this is quite a dark poem. I can't decide if I think it's dark or light. The beginning part is lovely, then the middle grows slightly uneasy, but it finishes in such a calming way, reflecting the atmosphere in a mausoleum/graveyard etc.
    I loved the subtle rhymes and format : centered, with a space between each line. The lay out sort of reflects the text, in a way. The empty feeling in the space between lines, like the wind or the quiet, hollow space inside a church or tomb. I might just be going on about a load of nonsense I invented in my head! :)
    Anyway, I thought this was truly lovely by the end. I'm leaning - personally - towards thinking that this was a lighter poem after all!