Like Ghosts
by Nancy Byrne Iannucci
Ask not for whom the bell tolls, it tolls for thee
—John Donne
Headstones move
like grandfather clocks,
sinking with the setting sun —
And then the taphophiles come,
to rub and resurrect
our faded ancestors.
We stagger by with the mist —
Like ghosts fogging
the stained glass.
Our minds wane
with these ancient names
from drinks
at The Rising Sun,
and I think —
who will remember
us when our names are
no longer legible.
Church at Sunset by Emma Byrne Hickman
Nancy Byrne Iannucci is a New York-based writer and author of four chapbooks. A two-time Best of the Net nominee, she was short-listed for the 2025 Poetry Lighthouse prize. Her work appears in several places including Thrush, Maudlin House, Witches Magazine, and Belladonna's Garden Literary Review. She lives in upstate NY with her three cats. Website: www.nancybyrneiannucci.com Instagram: @nancybyrneiannucci
Emma Byrne Hickman is a nature photographer who resides In the countryside of England. Her photographs aim to capture moments of wonder and awe in the natural world. Her photographs have appeared in Floating Acorn Review, and Belladonna's Garden Literary Review. Instagram: @emma_hickman_byrne
