Chekhovian

Out of a cocoon of rain
emerges gleaming afternoon,
metallic handrails on a bridge
refracting cloud-lustre as pearl.

Chiaroscuro of old tombs,
newly-whitened sepulchres;
the river baring muddy gums
on either side; the ebbing tide

as evening spreads its dusky wings:
Granny's Cloak moth, zircon markings.


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*It is recorded that one of Chekhov's
favourite pastimes was visiting
cemeteries.


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