The grave was unmarked. Perhaps a pet was buried there, likely a dog in that case, or possibly the ashes of a human loved one, or... I could not get a view of the face carved in the pumpkin. It is up to our imagination what expression it wore as it looked out to sea.
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A sea-cliff plot full of grace
You were loved for being kind.
We who find this poignant place
Are filled with awe at this spot,
A sea-cliff plot full of grace.
Here some fun, here some splendor,
Farewell gifts tender and true.
Mystic myst'ry in the sun,
Your death spun in misty blue.
Gentle petals near your heart,
Small pumpkin part of aweigh.
Life boils down to simple things,
MLydiaM ~ October 2011
The poem is my first attempt at trying the Welsh poetic form called Awdl Gywydd: (owdl gow-widd):
Each stanza is a quatrain of seven syllables. Lines two and four rhyme; lines one and three cross rhyme into either the third, OR fourth, OR fifth syllable of lines two and four.Many thanks to Alias Jinksy, who introduced me to Awdl Gywydd, when she shared her first one here. She wrote that the form had haunted her. It haunted me too and it seemed the perfect expression for my impressions of the grave at Boiler Bay.