Happy Halloween everyone!
Filled with this newly found Halloween spirit ( we don’t really celebrate it in Sweden, but what the hell- I’m in UK), I am going to jump head first and post one of my poems. It’s an old free verse I wrote, and it’s somehow dear to me for reasons I have yet to find. I don’t normally write poetry but once in a blue moon it happens.
Enjoy your spooky day!
Tonight she heard the other ghosts again
singing about the moon, and rage, and her.
She looked up to where they said
that the moon has lost its shadow,
and the stars their glitter.
She now remembers how it was:
the sun, the warmth, the living;
but strangely misses it no more,
together with her breathing .
Tonight she saw Sandman again
as if she was just dreaming.
She saw the smooth line of his smile,
or maybe just him weeping?
And now she knows that it was always so:
Her life never her friend,
Nor death her foe.
© 2013, Cristina Ghita.