Allhallows

The church clock strikes the midnight hour,
and the children now have long gone home;
with their costumes folded and put away,
Halloween is passing to another day.

In the graveyard unquiet spirits now bestir,
as memories that were retained in the bone,
this being the time they arise from the earth,
to leach dead emotions so they not be alone.

Emerging ephemeral into the air, as
negatives no longer printed as lives,
with no one there to see they cannot be
corporeal, as there’s nothing left to shrive.

Only memories of who were once alive,
that have now passed on while leaving behind
imprints that seep into receptive minds:
dreams and portents dissolutive by time.

Meanwhile, parents and children rest asleep;
all safe now and tucked up in bed, and the
Saints will not disturb their rest; for as the
Prophet said – let the dead bury the dead.


© D G Moody 2023




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Written on 2023-10-31 at 20:28

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Sameen
The uneven rhymes are interesting and goes along with the haunting tone and vibe of the poem well. This is a work that requires multiple readings to fully appreciate.
2023-11-02


Griffonner The PoetBay support member heart!
An excellent poem, Dougie. One senses that a lot of thought and time has been put into its creation. I especially like the way you have used rhyme in this.
Blessings and love, Allen
2023-11-01