Central Graveyard Vienna / onkel_wart
How beautiful she was –
like a woman rising
from a tomb, like
a dead woman looking
for me.
Like a little princess
with tiny white doves
for feet – one might fancy
she was dancing –
and wearing a yellow veil.
I never had seen her that pale,
as if she was a shadow
of the shadow
of a white rose in a mirror
of silver.
I couldn’t keep from looking at her
while I knew it was dangerous
to look at dead people
in such way:
Something terrible might happen.
This poem was inspired by the first scene of Salome, the play written by Oscar Wilde.
More Tombstone Tales by Patrick Bernauw: Ghost Writings.
More Tombstone Tales by Patrick Bernauw: Ghost Writings.
Beautiful photo.
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