I tried to write a…

I tried to write a Halloween poem, something horrific, in the vein of Poe. I'm not cut out for horror, I think.

Bonfire Tales

Allium heads rise dry on withered stalk
in this season of mists and bone-chilling rain.
In bonfire tales, the dead will rise and walk
through fields of rotten flesh and blighted grain.

In elder years, they spoke of goblin men --
with fruit so fair, they stole a bonnie lass.
True Thomas entranced by glorious queen and then
awoke on cold hillside; seven years passed.

Those tales seem brighter, with a lovely air;
beauty balanced fright and loss and woe.
Our modern tales suffer by compare;
our modern days seem bleaker. Even so,

I cannot believe these barren days will last.
The spring must rise; have faith. Hold fast.

*****
Mohanraj, 2012
(I'm not loving the second stanza; might have to work on it some more.)

One thought on “I tried to write a…”

  1. It is not horror, but it certainly creates a powerful emotional context for the season. Thanks for posting it!

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