Ghouls’ Repast

Bing Photos: Public Domain

Bing Photos: Public Domain

Midnight strikes,
a light breeze kicks up
twirling fallen leaves,
one rests upon a crypt.
Thin slice of moonlight
pierces the trees,
alighting on the vault.
Scratching can be heard,
insistent and frantic,
heavy lid now cracked,
life and death are blurred.
Bony fingers grip the edge,
a moan escapes the tomb,
remembering the sledge
that drove the nail within.
A hundred years have
passed and it’s time to
rise again on All Hallows’
Eve, a night for ghouls’
repast. Phantoms come
forth from the cemetery
plots, screaming with
howls as their party begins
with earnest. Deep shadows
surround the assembly and
the hedge begins to rustle;
tiny goblins soon appear
with sharp and wicked teeth.
All grab hands and begin
their spinning game, ‘round
and ‘round, faster and faster,
cackling with glee. The wee
hours pass and the merriment
continues as long as the moon
remains high. Just before dawn
breaks, before even the sun peeks,
one by one they begin to
depart, returning once again
to their final resting place.

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  1. What a wonderful scene you paint, love the way you have incorporated the cackling and the joy… I think we should just let them have their fun, and stay away that single night of merry dance (somehow the scene made me think of Tim Burton’s: “the corpse bride”)

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  2. Gayle, you have really set a spooky scene and carried it through! This would NOT be a poem I would wish to read when walking through a cemetery late Halloween Eve! I think the sound effects are especially effective. The scratching and moaning intensify the scary effect.

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  3. That is some ghoulish party Gayle! I specially love this part:

    life and death are blurred.

    This is perfect for Halloween and Day of the Dead ~

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  4. Glenn Buttkus

     /  October 20, 2015

    So many cultures celebrate a day of the dead, or a eve of celebration; probably a healthy way to deal with our natural fear of death, & the normal stresses that drive us to it.

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    • I’m all for getting our culture to face its fear and near denial about death. I like the idea of a Day of the Dead celebration…a day of remembering our loved one’s life with fondness and happiness.

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  5. Wow! As good as a scary movie! the sound effects are super. And yes, a Day of the Dead – the Japanese have this for their fall celebration, honoring their ancestors, setting out plates of food for them, cleaning and decorating their graves. here in Richmond, back in the end of the 19th and beginning 20th centuries, it was common practice for families to visit the gravesites, have a picnic, and visit with friends. A good outlook to me!

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    • I like the idea of a Day of the Dead celebration. It sounds like a nice way to remember loved ones who have passed on. I think it’s big with Mexican culture too, right?

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      • Yes and with the Japanese. While other folk are having autumn bonfires and such, they have a national holiday where they honor their dead with parties, parades, cleaning off the graves, putting out plates of food, kabuki performances….they gather at their temples where the priests through out small coins, candy treats, tiny toys. The dead are remembered with fondness, respect, and fun.

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  6. LOL — very fun. But “final” resting place? Sounds like they get breaks from the boredom pretty often! 🙂

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  7. Ooh this gives me the chills..! Great writing 😀

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  8. a wonderful ghoulish tale!

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  9. Ah.. dark night of the soul..
    a NOrestinG place lasts
    thousands of
    years in one
    second of
    eternity
    iN Real Living
    Hell.. most dark
    mythologies
    point to this
    reality.. most
    don’t share..
    but never
    forgotten
    and always
    worth taling
    again.. for those
    who go there
    dead as
    alive…

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  10. EeeeeK! Very spooky. 🎃

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  11. Perfect title for this poem. I like how your imagination created a graveyard scene.

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  12. If only your scary poem would keep the little goblins I’m afraid of away from my door asking for tricks or treats! 😉 Nicely done, Gayle!

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  13. Oh I could just see those little goblins, sharp teeth and all spinning into a blur….what a visual! Nice write. 🙂

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