Who Are You?

little_boy_blueLittle boy who blew away on the wind… Your name forgotten to time.

Now you are only a broken remnant on a hill with a beautiful, graceful, cherubic face.

Who were you?… When were you?… Why has no one noticed you are not in your rightful place?

I shall remember you, I shall mourn you, I shall grieve your wounded flesh, and all shall be as it should.

For now you are Little Boy Blue, who blew away on a wind that wraps around me in a chill gust, settling to my shoulders the way your ill fitting gown lies upon your own.

Little Boy Blue can be visited at the Oak Hill Cemetery in Nyack, NY. He does not rest on a grave, but sits on a hill among other broken remnants of monuments from the past. The cemetery no longer knows where the statuary originated, but they do it justice by honoring this lost memory by not burying it as landfill – which all too often happens.

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About Nina D'Arcangela

Nina D’Arcangela is a quirky horror writer who likes to spin soul rending snippets of despair. She reads anything from splatter matter to dark matter. She's an UrbEx adventurer who suffers from unquenchable wanderlust. She loves to photograph abandoned places, bits of decay and old grave yards. Nina is a co-owner of Sirens Call Publications, a co-founder of the horror writer's group 'Pen of the Damned', founder and administrator of the Ladies of Horror Picture-prompt Monthly Writing Challenge, and if that isn't enough, put a check mark in the box next to owner and resident nut-job of Dark Angel Photography. View all posts by Nina D'Arcangela

9 responses to “Who Are You?

  • zkullis

    This small yet evocative piece took me back to part of my childhood when I lived close to a cemetery. When I was in a more pensive mood I would look at the tombs with statuary and try to imagine what the people looked like as well as why and how they died.

    I think that’s fascinating that they have these lost souls sitting up on the hill. But like you said, it’s better than junking the work. Thank you for spawning some fun memories.


    • zkullis

      On a side note, it would be amazing to have some land where you could rescue this kind of work and keep it for yourself. Imagine strolling through a group of lost sculptures under a bright moon…


      • Nina D'Arcangela

        I often wonder who a person was when I’m wandering a cemetery, looking at the statuary that adorns a grave, or reading an old epitaph (btw – I’m having one, even though they are no longer in fashion!). Living across the street from an un-gated cemetery means I can wander over and walk through the monuments anytime I’d like, and I sometimes do. The grounds keeper doesn’t mind, and it is an extremely peaceful and relaxing experience. I have my favorites I always visit (like Little Boy Blue here), and others that draw my attention at different times. I would love to reclaim the unwanted/forgotten pieces for my (large and useless) yard, but somehow they all seem to belong where they are. Find me a grave yard, day or night, gated or not, and you’ll have a very hard time keeping me out of it. 😉


  • Sue

    What lovely inspiration. You make flowing writing seem effortless


  • Julianne Snow (@CdnZmbiRytr)

    Such a touching epitaph for a monument, Nina


  • Joseph Pinto

    Oh Nina, this is breathtaking! What a beautiful way in your own right to honor this lost memory…wow. Gorgeous writing, Nina!!! 🙂


  • Nina D'Arcangela

    Thank you, Joe! I actually wrote this one a long time ago. I hope Little Boy Blue sits on his hill long after I am gone, and that someone else will have the kindness to adopt him the way I have. 🙂


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