a little halloween scene


Wistful Wails

in the days of clouds
in the time of mystical mists
all will be muted as colors
lost in opaque veils that twist 
words upon the lips of the silent
moaning sounds of wistful wails
echo across bogs through hollows
in the nights of ghostly tales





Poetry by Kathy Lockhart
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Written on 2008-10-22 at 01:58

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Phyllis J. Rhodes
A very effective word picture. Pure art!
IT reminds me of 56 years ago when I was 4 and lived on Hogue Holler (Hollow). I remember fog behind our house where the creek ran. It came at night and before dawn. I thought there were ghosts in it. If a cow mooed or an owl hooted, boy! was that scarry!
2008-10-22



Those last three lines remind me of Mike and his fishing trips in the misty countryside....A beautiful wistful wail Kathy....my heart goes out to you on this approach halloween....You guys really give it justice, I have experience the American way and my kids have always celebrated the event, part of their childhoods and I hope it passes on....smiling at you Tai
2008-10-22


Less Than I Ought
wow
that was a bit erie...
I am a bit afraid to go to bed for fear of a bit of a nightmare now...
2008-10-22