Midnight Moon

Tuesday is the Poetics section for d’Verse Poets Pub. I am the pubtender for that day. I am requesting that people write poems about Halloween. It can be a retelling of a local ghost story, something fun about trick or treating, kids, candy, decorations. I chose to go a little dark on this one. This will be linked Tuesday to d’Verse when the post goes “live” or….undead…mmwwwwaaaaaaaaa!    http://dversepoets.com/2015/10/20/10958/

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Midnight Moon
and there, beneath the silent moon
leaves rustle under the feet
of silent folk who rise from the earth –
drifts of fog and smoke
blown hither and yon
by an errant breeze.
They pass around us
and through us and we feel the chill
and taste the tears of sorrows
still alive.
Will midnight never come?
Will the moon never hide behind the clouds
casting into deeper darkness
the hearts of those who will not sleep?
I wait…
and still
I wait.
Midnight comes slowly…
Will midnight never come?

26 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. Mary
    Oct 18, 2015 @ 22:05:30

    You have really given us the Halloween feeling with this poem, Toni. The chill of that midnight moon is oh so very prevalent in your poem. I am chilled, yes chilled, by your words.

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    • kanzensakura
      Oct 19, 2015 @ 13:58:57

      Happy the poem was effective. I may do another to post – with a real ghost story! Stephen King – watch out. I was too late to post on Poets Pantry – got confused because I thought the Slovenia pics were from last week. But will be back next week. I did read a few and comment though. Thank you for your help!

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  2. Björn Rudberg (brudberg)
    Oct 19, 2015 @ 07:42:30

    I think it’s that anticipation that is the worst… it does not really care if there are any undead moving or not. Very very real.. and a reason to run past the churchyard.

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    • kanzensakura
      Oct 19, 2015 @ 13:57:21

      Churchyards never bothered me. It was always the living that gave me the jimjams…..but, maybe tomorrow on d’Verse I’ll tell a real ghost story…..like you, I’ll submit two, I think.

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  3. Bodhirose
    Oct 19, 2015 @ 23:05:32

    It’s the things that we can’t see that seem to spook us more than the ones that we can. Your poem shows how spirits are always moving among us when we may feel a chill in the air…creepy for sure!

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  4. el34ax7
    Oct 20, 2015 @ 00:53:20

    I’m not sure if it’s my mood or what, but I am playing with reading the silent walkers as either spirits/undead or living people. If alive, the moon showing their ills/sadness (Will the moon never hide behind the clouds / casting into deeper darkness) despite the expected coverage of darkness/night, and a relief that comes at midnight, though it is slow or never coming. Additionally, which group would the reader fit. The living, or the risen?

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    • kanzensakura
      Oct 20, 2015 @ 11:18:09

      I am indeed speaking of the spirits. The reader is simply the observer while the paranoid nutso writer has an anxiety attack or it is poor little Druid wanting desperately for all Saints Day to arrive. The reader is like in Poe, simply the reader of the story.

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  5. Grace
    Oct 20, 2015 @ 14:53:29

    Creepy and chilled in the waiting ~ I specially like this part:

    we feel the chill
    and taste the tears of sorrows
    still alive.

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  6. Glenn Buttkus
    Oct 20, 2015 @ 15:05:31

    Grace nailed my favorite line, /sorrows still alive/. All Hallows Eve, a holiday for some, certainly for the dead. My haibun humanizes a vampire.

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  7. Pleasant Street
    Oct 20, 2015 @ 17:51:11

    very evocative piece

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  8. Sanaa Rizvi
    Oct 20, 2015 @ 19:09:41

    Whoa.. such a graphic and beautiful piece! In tune with the Halloween spirit 🙂

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  9. Candy
    Oct 20, 2015 @ 22:58:48

    spooky halloweeny feeling – boo!

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  10. Misky
    Oct 21, 2015 @ 07:50:25

    Very nicely done!!

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  11. Victoria C. Slotto
    Oct 21, 2015 @ 13:43:31

    I see parallels between our two submissions. The restlessness of souls who have not found their place in the afterlife. Nicely done.

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  12. Victoria C. Slotto
    Oct 21, 2015 @ 17:43:23

    😍

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  13. Let's CUT the Crap!
    Oct 21, 2015 @ 21:10:25

    My first question was, “Who are these folk.” Then my brain kicked in and all I heard was, ‘Oohh.” Fantastic! ❤ ❤ ❤

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  14. MarinaSofia
    Oct 22, 2015 @ 10:55:40

    Ah, you have gone a little Victorian in style for this one, a change from the more Japanese feel of your other poetry (or Southern). Perfect for the foggy season coming up…

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  15. mishunderstood
    Oct 22, 2015 @ 16:17:02

    “we feel the chill and taste the tears of sorrows still alive.”
    This line is stellar, but right from the beginning I was there….which was a bit scary.
    There is a feeling of longing…these poor spirits waiting to rest.

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