Graves by Oregonian
Past Featured StorySummary: In December of 1997, Harry visits his parents' graves in Godric's Hollow and realizes that they are the end toward which we all are headed.

Written for the Sixth Annual October Triathlon: Race to Hallowe'en.
Inspired by this fragment of verse:
We do lie beneath the grass
In the moonlight, in the shade
Of the yew-tree. They that pass
Hear us not. We are afraid
They would envy our delight
In our graves by glow-worm light.
—”Thomas Beddoes, Dirge

Nominated for 2015 Quicksilver Quill Award, Best Poetry


Categories: Poetry Characters: None
Warnings: None
Challenges:
Series: None
Chapters: 1 Completed: Yes Word count: 116 Read: 929 Published: 12/02/14 Updated: 12/02/14
Story Notes:
The words 'Yule' and 'wheel' come from the same Old English root, because the people of those times saw the changing of the seasons as the turning of a great wheel.

1. Chapter 1: Graves by Oregonian

Chapter 1: Graves by Oregonian
Now are we in the bleak end of the year.
The Yule wheel grinds its revolution slow,
a twelve-month for each turn. Like a machine
of iron, creaking, groaning with the weight
of effort, inexorably it bears
our loved ones ever farther from our arms
into the empty nothingness of death.
Its engine black as coal, metallic, harsh,
a railroad train that fades and disappears
into the distance, hidden from our sight.
The Yule wheel grinds its revolution slow
and drags us through the coldest, darkest nights
of frozen limbs and stillness without breath,
returning every year to this same state
inanimate, like to the graves we all
will find and will inhabit at the end.
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