My poem Allhallows from last year, with revisions into a new poem

(Image: Hardwick church)


All Hallows Eve

The church clock strikes the midnight hour,
And the children by now have long gone home;
Their costumes carefully folded and put away,
Halloween passes into that other day.

In the graveyard unquiet spirits now bestir,
As memories long retained in old bones;
This being the time they arise from the earth,
Leaching dead emotions from hearts in stone.

Emerging ephemeral into cold air
As negatives no longer printed in lives,
With no one there to see how they can be
Corporeal when there’s nothing left to shrive.

Just memories of those who were once alive,
Having now passed on while leaving behind
Dreams and portents dissolving in time as
Fading imprints left in still faithful minds.

Meanwhile, the children are now sound asleep,
Parents having tucked them up in bed while
The Saints shall maintain their rest, for as the
Prophet said – let the dead bury the dead.

© D G Moody 2024






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Written on 2024-10-31 at 11:50

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Griffonner The PoetBay support member heart!
I really like this, Dougie. I think the revised version shows how much detailed thought has been put into the construct of this poem. I especially liked "Emerging ephemeral into cold air/As negatives no longer printed in lives". It is a big 'thing' in France. Blessings, Allen
2024-10-31