JNW’S Halloween Challenge: Skeleton
I think our Bones
get weary
of having to wear our skin
I think they’d like to
peel it off
and let the darkness in
Our skulls are always laughing
our skeletons are very aware
they will danse without us
cool and dry and bare.
There was a knock upon my door
it woke me from my sleep
I didn’t reach for a light
I couldn’t even breathe.
It shouldn’t have been
there
no one should be at my door
all I wanted to do was sleep
But there was a knock upon my door
” Is anyone there? “
a voice echoed from the dark
” Answer me, are you there?”
And then it knocked again
louder then before
So I crept to my door and I pushed it open
…
” What do you want?” I demanded
as my door swung open wide
and a horrible white light burned into
my long shut sleeping eyes…
And a voice called from beyond the brightness:
What the hell is that? For God sake shut it, shut that coffin lid NOW!
JNW’S Halloween Challenge: Knock Knock
People are doing all sorts of wonderful, unique and creative ways to honor and remember their dead.
It’s a way to tell a story and in telling that story we hope to have that person live on- and they do.
But the story teller does that too.
I was at a cemetery, taking in the atmosphere, snapping pictures, learning stories when I saw this bench and the blue container behind it:
Photo: A.M. Moscoso
Photo A.M. Moscoso
So I took the lid off and looked inside:
Photo A.M. Moscoso
I couldn’t tell you what was in there exactly, all of it was fragile and on the verge of falling apart so I didn’t touch any of it.
But their story was in there, I just didn’t have the heart to dig for it.
It wasn’t a wasted story.
The is also a story was about the person who left these things here, they had a story to tell something they wanted to share.
And when I look over these pictures I can see it, and waiting for it to come together has a taste that all writers know.
JNW’S Halloween Challenge: Graveyard