Skeletons (Poems)

skeletons dance
the fire

Cloud of dust
wraithen cowboys

Restless skeleton
emerges every twilight
to look
at the stars

In the haze
of back streets
skeleton idly
strums a

Ashen hands
tracing letters
on tombstone

Lightening bolt
skeletal fingers
ruffle rose

Ragged headdress
wizened skull

Wraith bone gardener
tends to
drooping blue bells

Cobbles rattle
skeleton returns
home for
the night

Wandering the

Bloodless bodies
pallid clouds drift


One of these poems is for Jerry Garcia. Miss you Jerry.


About skyraftwanderer

A person who enjoys writing short story things, poetry and other random things that come into my head.
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2 Responses to Skeletons (Poems)

  1. D... says:

    I like the contrast of what we assume to be qualities of the undead, stark structural reminder of the seemingly lost humanity after death contrasted with the human nature of friendship and kindness. Moments that are soft and gentle are still possible without the soft human parts, proving that it has nothing to do with the material. Well, that’s what I took away.

    • Thanks to years of being a Grateful Dead fan and copious viewings of Ray Harryhausen films I have this odd way of seeing skeletons as living things rather than dead things. Its probably also a hold over from when I read zen buddhism books and the whole idea of death/no death.

      So I do enjoy placing skeletons in situations were they are living/appear as living. In fact its becoming a recurring theme for me.

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