I rediscovered this ancient cemetery in my home town of Sheffield, in the middle of a busy city where no one really goes and found its unique atmosphere quite etherial. I took quite a few photos there and wrote this poem. 
An ancient city Cemetery, hidden from view,
Full of bygone people, who were just passing through
From one dimension to a different plane,
Released at last from their lingering pain.
A calm, tranquil place where nobody goes,
Reclaimed by nature, ivy and dog rose.
The eerie silence deafens my ears,
Do I hear voices from across the years?
Of people with lively and interesting lives
The children and husbands with beautiful wives.
Huge mausoleums, graves, intricate tombs
Cradling their bones like a mother’s womb.
No matter what status in life that we had
How rich or poor, good or bad
We end up alone, turned into stone
And Nature will claim us back as her own.
Denim Fish 