
Photo by Neven Krcmarek on Unsplash
Hallow’s Etiquette
There is just nothing
remarkable about a
Hallow’s witching hour,
where absence of light and sound
pile upon one another
until the deprived
senses conjure demons, ghosts,
and apparitions of distress
manifested in the failures
of our memories, or
their perfectly successful manner
of projecting memories
of our failures back upon us
like a house of haunted mirrors.
That ghoul is not a ghoul;
it is an eye-floater
casting a shadow upon
your retina
that became entangled
with a stray set of neurons
where an unresolved
disagreement with
your long-dead beloved
continues to take up
residence; our evolved
pattern-recognition
makes us see their sunken cheeks
and disapproving glare, and
nothing more than that.
At the very least,
that is what I tell myself
to keep my heart from racing
and my unspoken words
from spilling into this dense,
uncaring,
unremarkable space
at this ungodly hour,
where no one replies
to my wailing demands for reason,
and for good reason,
as no one is here
to hear them.
But in the extremely
unlikely event
that I’m wrong about this,
all of these reasonable
observations,
which I’m mostly certain
is extremely improbable,
if they truly exist
between our realms,
my first thought would be
probably
that demons, ghosts, ghouls,
and all the like,
in addition to being
needlessly frightening,
in all these years of
ignoring my queries
they’re also extremely rude.
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Inspired by All Hallow’s Eve and Poets United: Midweek Motif ~ A Million Years Howl When Voices Whisper Among The Trees, hosted by Sanaa Rizvi.
Also shared at dVerse OLN: Casting a Spell, hosted by Linda Lee Lyberg.
Layered and woven, leaving a discomfiting residue bordering on terror!
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Yeah, sometimes there’s nothing worse than hearing and seeing nothing. Thanks for reading! 🙂
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You are so right! You are also very welcome.
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This is deliciously dark and brooding! 🙂 I love; “and my unspoken words from spilling into this dense,
uncaring, unremarkable space at this ungodly hour,” … Happy Halloween! 🎃💀
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Thank you, and Happy Halloween to you too!
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Exactly! Quit creeping already and show yourselves! Love this!
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Thank you! 🙂
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What an amazing tale interwoven with sensible explanations, but yet, there are those that cannot be explained. Bravo!
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Thank you. 🙂
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This is cool Barry! Irreverent, thoughtfully constructed, and wonderfully humorous — rude ghosts, most certainly… 😉
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Thank you, Rob. Glad you liked it!
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Barry,
A magnificent and thought provoking scenario about ghosts and scary instances. I like your conclusion that they might be said to be quite rude, since they provide no real answers to our woonders about them…eye floaters are a familiar situation for myself, so it’s possible to see anything odd, in poor light!
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Glad you liked it! Thanks! 🙂
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I like the description of the haunted mirrors of memories in this stanza:
“of projecting memories
of our failures back upon us
like a house of haunted mirrors.”
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Thanks Frank. 🙂
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This is intense and flows rhythmically and smooth. Very nice Barry!
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A very Halloweeny poem. On tv, all day, announcers have been appearing in very gruesome costumes, fraught with blood. Ew. No litle gremlins come to our doors here in the apartment building……I rather miss seeing them. Lovely to read you, Barry.
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Thanks Sherry. We’re getting a handful of kids from time to time.
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Well, perhaps they have no further use for politeness, lol. A lovely exposition of seeking and not finding. (Or maybe seeking not to find?)
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Perhaps a bit of both! Thank you. 🙂
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Wonderful, the certainty and then the turn in the middle. You capture the denial and bravado and then annoyance PERFECTLY. And I like the music, too.
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You LIKE the music?!? It creeps me out a bit, but I get it. Thank you for visiting. 🙂
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You’d hope that ghosts and ghouls would have some manners, but Halloween is their party, so we need to mind our manners too! I love the phrase ‘house of haunted mirrors’, and the way you turn up the tension.
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I’m glad you liked the tension, but if you don’t mind, I plan on being fashionably late for the party of the dead! Thank you for reading. 🙂
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😊
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Haha – there’s noting worse than a rude ghoul!
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I know, right? Thank you. 🙂
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You’re welcome. (I don’t want to be a rude ghoul!)
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Love the building fear in this..the attempt to explain away things that go bump in the night.
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Sadly, reason only gets us so far. Thank you. 🙂
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I always feel that the scariest ghouls are the ghastly one’s that lurk in my own very mind…. and on all Hallows they escape and haunt me… love the notion that they are obnoxious and rude,
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Well, if they’re a personification of me, of course they’re rude! lol Thanks, man. 🙂
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I think we are our own worst enemies …
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