This is a lovely poem and put me right there.  I can see it.  That is a 
powerful lot for a poem to do.  Sue
 
 Heptonstall churchyard
 
 Some bizarre twist of fate brought me here
 to this place, this grave of woman’s weeping
 The day was sunny, the blossom swayed
 lent its perfume to the moor land wind
 but by the church,
 great gusts carried my breath away
 tangled my hair, blew my skirt above my knees
 I don’t know why I came at all
 I was out for pleasure, to see the countryside
 look for somewhere new to hang my hat
 The church tower looked fierce
 frowned, as I trod the cobbles
 the narrow streets
 searched the tipsy grave stones
 that leaned port side in the
 early summer’s howl
 I had to ask of course
 “Many visitors come,” he said
 then pointed, told me
 where the woman lay
 But today, there was only me
 pacing up and down the ranks
 inspecting, looking for the poet
 whose petals bloomed in fiercest flames
 I found the plot at last
 and tears erupted, spilled
 upon her flowered bed
 and as I cried, the church bell tolled
 Three times.
 
 sally james
 
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