Waiting To Danse

JNW’S Halloween Challenge: Skeleton

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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.

 

 

Ode To A Raven

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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.

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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

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” Is anyone there? “

a voice echoed  from the dark

” Answer me, are you there?”

And then it knocked again

louder then before

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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…

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And a voice called from beyond the brightness:

What the hell is that? For God sake shut it, shut that coffin lid NOW!

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JNW’S Halloween Challenge: Knock Knock

Momento Mori

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. Moscoo
Photo: A.M. Moscoso
Photo A.M. Moscoso
Photo A.M. Moscoso

So I took the lid off and looked inside:

Photo A.M. Moscoo
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

Aunt Domino’s Sewing Room

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” Tia, do you know the story about the Gates to Hell, you know, the real story. Not one of those made up ones.”

Harley’s Aunt Domino was sitting in a chair in her sewing room, working on one of her needlepoint projects.

” Go ask you Uncle. ”

” But he told me to ask you- he said you’re the one that traveled all over the world back in the day. He said you’d know. Come on Tia, I really want a good story to tell at the Halloween Party tonight. And thank you Tia for letting me have it here. You’re the best. ”

”  You’re welcome Sweetness.  Now. I’ve seen some strange things. Did I tell you I’ve seen a witch making a deal with the devil and ghosts drowning at Sea- forever poor things-  and I watched a dead woman wind her way down a tree like a snake? Oh wait, I’ve seen that at least three times. Those post mortem possessions are a dime a dozen. Never mind.

” But no Gate to Hell?”

Domino put her needlepoint down and reached for her Niece’s hand. ” I’m sorry sweetness. No. I’ve never been to one or seen one. But I do have a nice collection of shrunken heads you can use at your party. How’s about that?”

Harley’s disappointment fell away from her face, ” Did you make them yourself?”

” I certainly did. But you might want to leave that part out. Be careful with them though. You know what happens when the stitches come loose from their mouths. ”

” Yes Tia, I know.”

” Good girl. Now take care of them, they’re my treasures you know.”

” I will.” Harley happily sprinted out of the room and Domino called after her, ” Harley. Harley come back here. Shut that door now. ”

” Sorry Tia.”

” It’s okay, ” Domino picked her needlepoint back up. ” Wouldn’t want somebody wandering in here by accident. They’d have a devil of a time trying to get away from  your Tia once they come through that door,  wouldn’t they?”

Domino smiled down into her needlepoint hoop and Harley’s face lit up like a Jack -O-Lantern.

” You’re the best Tia ” Harley cried as she ran out of the room and pulled the door closed behind her.

” Yes. ” Domino said, “Yes I am.”

JNW’S HALLOWEEN CHALLENGE: Gate

Date Night

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” I thought we’d do something really special for Halloween ”

He and his wife were in their brightly lit kitchen, she was at the counter standing in front of the stove looking up into the cupboard where she kept her spices.

” What’s that. ” she asked after a moment.

” I thought I’d take you somewhere special this year, someplace nice. Someplace near the water. I know how much you love the water.”

” I do.” She closed the cupboard door and walked past him to where she kept her kitchen knives. ” I do love the sound of the Ocean.”

” Great. How about dinner at-”

” But I’m going to make my a pie for after.” She took a knife from the knife rack and then she swung it down and stuck it into the counter.

He did not flinch or move a muscle.

” What kind of pie are you going to make this year dear. ” he asked casually once he got his breath back.

She drew the knife through  the formica counter top as if it were a stick of soft butter.

” I’m not sure. Here. Why don’ you go pick something up for me.”

” Any ideas or-”

When his wife turned around her dark red eyes flared yellow and gold at  him, ” Surprise me dear.” She said as she reached for her cauldron on the stove and handed it to him. “Surprise me. It’s Halloween after all.

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JNW’S HALLOWEEN CHALLENGE: CAULDRON

Shrouded

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Why does death

shroud itself when it comes to call?

We know it’s face, it’s eyes,  its grinning mouth.

 

When death  creeps silent around the unmarked graves

the old graves

the empty graves

the freshly grown graves

Why does the fog follow it

like a loyal beast at it’s master’s heel?

 

Do you wonder about that fog

could it be my dying  breath, or yours?

 

I do wonder as I wait

by the old graves

the empty graves

and the freshly dug graves too.

 

JNW’S HALLOWEEN CHALLENGE: FOG

 

( Let’s ) Haunt The Halls

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Photo A.M. Moscoso

JNW’S Halloween Challenge: Decorations

Let’s Deck The Halloween Halls With Devil’s Fingers

and maybe a bone or two

how about

a served head

a Witch on a broom

a Zombie eating a brain

or a putrid gooey ghoul

I’ll string up some hearts

fresh out of their cages

I’ll raid a coffin or two

so follow me and try not to scream

I’d hate to make decoration

out

of

you.