iii. Druid Ridge Cemetery
it’s twenty twenty
and it’s spring
when I start to run
in the cemetery
every morning
Hedgepeth Fisher
Spindle Spencer
names
from graves
make rhymes
my brain saves
Knight Watch
White Hatch
little chants
that match
my pace
cemeteries
have four functions
the hygienic function
places for sorrow
contact with eternity and—
when I see a friend’s name
on a gravestone
I don’t snap a photo
and send it to her
Drain Hare Soop
Round Chase Loop
….
This poem is from the chapbook Her Names, Her Wits by Danika Paige Myers (Finishing Line Press), and can be found at https://www.finishinglinepress.com/product/her-names-her-wits-by-danika-paige-myers/
Danika Paige Myers‘ poems have appeared in journals including Nelle, Fairy Tale Review, Beloit Poetry Journal, and Harlot: a journal of the arts of persuasion. She is a recipient of a Fulbright Fellowship, was a finalist for the Ruth Lilly Poetry Fellowship and a winner of the Editor’s Prize for Poetry from Meridian. Danika earned an MFA in Creative Writing (Poetry) from George Mason University and is an Assistant Professor of Writing (Teaching) at The George Washington University in Washington DC. She lives in Baltimore, Maryland.
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