Wandering among granite and wrought iron walls
Tracing epitaphs etched, dates neglected
Wrapped in lingering sorrow like prayer shawlsAs charms on a bracelets, souls Death collected
Trinkets meant to amuse and entertain
No more precious than bits of bone dissectedYet each cherished in a heart, love doth sustain
Relics kept secret even from the grave
Beloved and mourned, still Death cannot deignAshes to ashes, dust to dust, earth tombs enslave
Flying free, spirits soar away from bonds held tight
Beyond granite stones, time and space forgave
Trifecta, a weekly one-word prompt, challenges writers to use that word in its third definition form, using no less than 33 words or no more than 333. The week’s prompt is: Death [noun \ˈdeth\] 3: capitalized : the destroyer of life represented usually as a skeleton with a scythe
Also submitted to WordPress Weekly Challenge. This week the theme is “Now for Something Completely Different.” Participants were asked to step outside of their comfort zone. While I post Americanized haiku regularly, I don’t typically write other styles of poetry, especially ones that rhyme.
This form, Tezra Rima, a poem written with 10-11 syllable lines, is arranged in three-lined tercets with the rhyming pattern of A-B-A, B-C-B, C-D-C, D-E-D.
Thin spiral notebook 
It reminds me a bit of Death from The Sandman. She cared for those she took too. Thanks for playing along with us again this week. Be sure to come back soon.
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I like how it left me feeling like Death cared in some way or had some lingering tie to those he took from life. Well done.
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I like the scheme of this, and the different images you used of prayer shawls and dissected bones – perfect images to use for this type of story, obviously. Nice job!
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This is terrific. I will echo your other commenters. Well chosen words, thought provoking – spirits soar away from bonds held tight. Very nice.
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“As charms on a bracelet”…perfect description of how souls are collected. Beautifully written!
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I’m with Amy (Sharp Little Pencil) – I love how carefully you picked your words. There was an air of restraint to the whole poem that made it feel very elegant. Beautiful.
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this is beautiful. if i decide to write for this prompt, it will be because this post inspired me. Seriously. Wow.
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