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

Song Of The Kappa

Photo: NASA

Photo: NASA

Daily Prompt: Bridge

 

Want to take a walk

with me

to the bridge

to the rail

look up

see  the stars above?

 

Keep looking up

don’t look down

don’t look down

you’re not falling

you’re flying

 

With Me.

up to the stars

beyond the moon

breathe the air

cool as water

 

You’re not drowning

you’re flying

open your eyes

drink the air

soft as a feather

as heavy as the night

 

falling around us.

Closing around us.

We are not drowning

We are flying.

Flying off of the bridge.

 

*Kappa ( Japanese folklore)