We eat soul cakes and listen—
hush of whispered sighs beneath the oak, a sea of bones,
as debauchery cavorts amongst the fey,
like city tinsel and crimsoning echoes;
it will claim you, if left to its own devices,
staining every thought with fuchsia lips and darker moans
that they haunt the moon.
are perfect blend of carnal and chaste;
a silhouette of uninterrupted silence that begs for solace,
have they no warmth?
Do they think of death and extend their hand out?
Peonies blooming in their hearts
while limbs work to elucidate hunger—
surely they must know
that deceased are somewhere close, as the flames flicker
and the hinges crunch.
Come clarity, come incisiveness of bright sun,
we build our walls high
and pay heed to both soft and savage side—
as the duskier half of the year arrives,
let us feast,
let us call upon gently to wisdom offered by nature,
we are where our mind roams
and though lines are blurred, lament not—
remember that winter’s cold gust is like a kiss
from a ghost;
feel the affirmation in your ribs,
in rawness of predawn, come, collide with breath—
we are what we make ourselves to be.
Photo credits: Person standing in front of house, wallpaperbetter
Lisa hosts at dVerse and invites us to write a poem speaking to a human
attribute that is particularly annoying to us. She further adds that poem
must have a Halloween or Samhain theme to it. Come join us! 💝
Posted for Poetics: Halloweeny Humans @dVerse Poets Pub