Today, I've been thinking about the "rule of 3" as a power number and something that shows up a lot in rituals and in pagan belief form for you to sink your death into so gear up your poetry brains for this. I want you to write a tritina but keep it situated in a graveyard. An example of a tritina can be found here.
Requiem
Feel the coarseness of the churches old stones as you wander among the bullgrass, quiet breath of wind - whispers of the outcast dead.
And here, stood above the numbered dead, names eroded by Time from grey headstones and nothing around save the eerie quiet.
Hymn echoes from the eaves, breaks the quiet reverie - sonorous clang bells to wake the dead form their graves, call them up through dirt and stone... But stone remains undisturbed in the dead quiet of dawn.
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