Sunday, April 5, 2015

The Day of The Dead--By Jan Oskar Hansen--Portugal

The Day of The Dead

The cemetery in Loule is on top of a hill, today
early spring the steep hillside is full of luscious
yellow flowers. Not like ripe lemons, more like
Swiss butter, from the rich milk of cows will bells
and horns; sturdy feet able to carry big, rose-pink
udders and be milked by smiling maidens with
strong arms creamy white as a Valkyrie’s bosom

What you didn’t see- all this life- when blinded
by the intensity of every sun lit flower came
from a rotting coffins, the few day in early spring
when the dead are let out, sway on a hillside and
soak up the sun.

Jan Oskar Hansen is a published poet from Portugal.


  1. Wow, Jan, this is something I find very intense and most probable, too. Maybe we can't see or hear them but our earthly eyes and minds don't it all either....... I could read your words over and over again and probably derive something different each time, but I like the 2nd stanza and how intense it presents itself...... Sheri

  2. appreciating your poetry - best to endeavors -

  3. Nice work, Jan. Thank you for sharing and continued blessings!

    -MJ (

  4. Your imagery reverberates long after the poem is gone....The last two lines are grand! Thanks for the amazing read.....Victoria