Since Ive had this new job the only places Ive been able to read are on the bus, tube and in bed. But before I use to read everywhere. Places that had secrets, that had meaning to me and places that I could just get lost in with an amazing book. The was one place....one place that only I could probably understand the beautiful meaning of being there. Stoke newington cemetery.
One of the most beautiful places Ive read and probably ever read. Being there being lost in your books world and never being intrupted unless its a tweet of a bird or a croak of a crow or the faint cry of someone near a grave. I use to spend hours here sitting on those steps pretending as the crying angel statues were all around me as if they were crying like I was at novels.
I am sure everyone has their favourite places to read not all in grave yards im sure but I always found them peaceful and relaxing....and I just hope when I am burried in the groud that theirs another child sitting where I was reading to us as we have our dreamless sleeps....
Be gentle, sky, and let me rest –
These bones are worn – they lack the zest
Of flesh in life – they’re marrowless! –
Their arid surface, nakedness! –
These bones are worn – they lack the zest
Of flesh in life – they’re marrowless! –
Their arid surface, nakedness! –
2 comments:
creepy and totally awesome! :)
stop by my review of THE OTHER LIFE? :)
http://lindsaycummingsblog.blogspot.com/2012/02/arc-review-other-life.html
Casey that is really beautiful. I was born in Stoke Newington but we moved away when I was little. I can totally see the attraction of reading in a cemetary. No wonder we get on so well!
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