The sky dances
With secrets absorbed
Swirling from day to day
Rising high
To collect in the stars
That shine down
On earth below,
Illuminating headstones
Casting shadows within gates
Once locked-
Alighting words to be read
By nightly visitor-
Dressed in black
From head to toe-
A vision thought to be nightmare-
Discussed 'round rising fires
And passed glasses.
The wind blows
Cascading whispering voices
Right to your ear,
Through window near,
If you’re careful
You may catch
The voice of a spirit in passing
A warning
Coming forth from grave,
To watch your step
And bite your tongue-
Released from the crypt
To guide you on this day-
Landing upon table
Where place is set-
A welcome home
Gazed upon eagerly
By living eyes
Awaiting a message
So easily overlooked
As the dead try to warn
It is the living that need be feared.
Happy Halloween!
Katrina Thornley is a nature poet and novelist that resides in Rhode Island. She has two poetry collections currently published, a novel, as well as a short story anthology. Her poetry collections "Arcadians: Lullaby in Nature" and "Arcadians: Wooden Mystics" were inspired by a local park and life in her small rural town. You can find them on Amazon now!
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Katrina Thornley
Rhode Island based author and poetess with a love for nature and the written word. Works currently available include Arcadians: Lullaby in Nature, Arcadians: Wooden Mystics, 26 Brentwood Avenue & Other Tales, and Kings of Millburrow.
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The Dryads are Calling
They say the forest by Phoenix River sings. Perhaps it is just the wind howling through the leaves, or a particular birdsong. But Percy Fisher knows better; he knows what lies in those woods, and he knows that the forest sings of his demise.
By Leigh Hooperabout 11 hours ago in Fiction
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Right on, whimsical - yet so true... As the dead try to warn It is the living that need be feared.