Graveyard Dirt: Two Worlds and In-between

The Witch and the Dead

There were bones on the wall, toads behind headstones and the remains of a rabbit and pheasant beneath a towering currant bush. We balanced on drystane dykes, ran our hands along weather beaten monuments and picked wild raspberries from a plant growing within a wall of an open roof mausoleum. And when we were caught out by rain we hid, side by side, in the door frame of a fairytale stone tower, fogging up ancient panes of glass with our living breath until a pair of rainbows signaled the all clear.