Ode To A Raven

wp-1476513705154.jpg

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.

raven-in-profile-marius-sipa1

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

raven-in-profile-marius-sipa1

” Is anyone there? “

a voice echoed  from the dark

” Answer me, are you there?”

And then it knocked again

louder then before

raven-in-profile-marius-sipa1

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…

raven-in-profile-marius-sipa1

And a voice called from beyond the brightness:

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

raven-in-profile-marius-sipa1

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