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halloween
by Peter Humphreyssome people
feel
at halloween
the spirits
of our
loved ones
move
across
the moor
and
open shore
at moontime
and
as we stand
on Ross' Strand
and walk
so quietly
that not
a dog fox
barked
nor curlew
cried
I believe
I saw
our spirits
fly
along
the shore
as grain
by grain
and
rill
on
rill
the winds
drive forth
within
the still
a whipping
winding
mist
of sand
that
disappears
as grains
through
hand
the spirits
sent forth
to taunt
us
out
on the
tide
a dolphin
lies
death
shattered
09/23/2006 Posted on 09/23/2006
Copyright © 2024 Peter Humphreys
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Gregory O'Neill on 09/24/06 at 06:29 AM Yes, Peter, beautiful words. The slight Irish identifiers bring this piece to life for me. Thanks. |
| Posted by Angela Nuzzo on 09/24/06 at 07:44 AM Very nice, Peter. I agree with Gregory about the Irish details. It's interesting for me to read poems from other countries that have details like that. It gets me out of my American rut. ;) |
| Posted by Maria Terezia Ferencz on 09/26/06 at 02:06 PM I love the imagery here and the way you format it. So Halloween it is....the spirits sent forth to taunt us....teasing that we still must live |
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