Happy Halloween! Blessed Samhain! Today for Real Toad’s challenge, we are to write a ghostly poem. There was a link to quotes from other ghost poems, and we were to choose one to include in our own. I chose, “Evening and all my ghosts come back to me,” from Shaking the Grass by Janice N. Harrington.
Ghosts of yesteryear haunt my mind.
Vague rememberings of the past stealthily
come to me in that quiet time before sleep.
castles and moats
witches and knights
seeing my own death
The daylight hours are fine, but
its evening and all my ghosts
come back to me in a flash.
Fantastic dreams are so familiar.
cave art and spears
great ice age animals
violence at every turn
Haunted by memories, dreams or ghosts
screaming for their stories to be told.
I wonder how the tale will end this time around.