Colin Mitchell Williams Poet Free verse

Day of the Dead

Day of The Dead 

Old suits and old gowns
They wore
With fresh memories
They mourn

Dance of candle flames 
In their portrait windows
Some semblance of life
Through flickered shadows

Dancing remembers
Long passed footsteps
Recounted smiles
And reinvented anecdotes

While ancient skeletal death
In bony tattered rags 
Banters his scythe
In slow melancholic celebration

Generations joined
By white boned fingertips
He leads the waltz of death
To a rhythm of life

Falling tears glitter
Remembrance in fireworks
Crackle alive with music
The departed dance

Mausoleum and mound
Lay their head hung flowers
Beauteous colours of solemnity
To ease the passing

Old gowns and old suits
They wear
With new memories
They mourn

And the dance with antique
Weary old death
Carried his bones to a newly laid bed
To be reborn

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Michael Torres November 29, 2008 at 10:34 PM Colin I love the story line. Your poem is great in the idea form. I pictured that dance and the skeleton's wow. What an imagination you have. You make all your poems so interesting this is no different. Really enjoyed thanks for sharing Michael