(Image Credit: Simon Marsden)
Today’s post comes to you as part of the “A Grave Tale” event that we are doing in conjunction with the group read of Neil Gaiman’s The Graveyard Book. The request is a simple one: just post something to do with graves or graveyards. The end of this post will have a place in which you can link to yours and on Friday night or Saturday morning I’ll be doing a random drawing for your choice of an image by our R.I.P. VII artist, Gothicrow.
Graveyards have been a source of fascination and fear, dread and delight, for as long as I can remember. My earliest recollections are of the scary kind: the grave of Lucy Westenra in an old version of a Dracula film I saw one Saturday afternoon as a kid, Edward Gorey illustrated scary stories brought home from the library, elaborate decorations adorning poorly lit yards on Halloween nights. It was later in life when graveyards also became a source of interest and then sadness.
It is that dichotomy that makes graveyards such an enduring part of stories and legends.
