When Specters Pass In Sight

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Outside it’s cold and wet
All hallows night has set
Mist creeping on the ground
Liquid sounds bouncing around

Inside the fire warms
Lending peace and calm
To this strange night
When specters pass in sight

As the veil between the worlds thins
We meet ghosts without and within
Telling us their stories
Happy, sad, mundane and gory

If we listen, learn and grow
We might find what we yearn to know

©RedCat

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This week has been the first time since the start of my writing classes that I’ve had not only time and energy, but that itching urge to write. For the pure joy of creating something new. For the fun of playing around with sounds, rhyme, and rhythm. I don’t know if that means I’ve finally found that new equilibrium I’ve sought since late August or if it’s just because the workload has been slightly less this week. We’ll see…

I’m also looking forward to Sunday and The Anthropocene Hymnal Poetry Reading at 5:00pm CET. Will post more details tomorrow on how you’ll join in to listen.

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Image credits:

First image: Photo by m wrona on Unsplash
Second image: Photo by Ricardo Gomez Angel on Unsplash
Third image: Photo by Ramiro Pianarosa on Unsplash