A path across stone laid ground
Is the shortest path to home.
Where plastic flowers strewn about
There only haunted spirits roam.
In late October as a frosty chill
Lays dead leaves upon the ground,
Sycamores standing bony branched
In deathly silence do abound.
One must have a brave stout heart,
To travel through this damned place,
The graveyard of coffined corpses
Laid where life lost its final race.
It is known as it has always been
Some spirits are wont to never leave,
Their lot to wander twixt heaven and hell,
Moaning in desperation they grieve.
Mortals may never see them reach
Nor be touched by their icy grip.
But, there are those that do return
When upon the portal of death they trip.
Have you walked the path of which I speak
Feeling, that you are accompanied there?
Wisps of mist catch your furtive glance
And imagined rags dance in the cold night air.
In the distance a bell tower chimes,
The beginning of All Hallows Ween,
When things one has never noticed
Become real and thus are seen.
You feel a tightness around your spine,
The beating heart pounds in your ears.
And though you try hard not to believe,
Your quickened step belies your fears.
It is then you are the most vulnerable,
When you cannot catch your breath.
That dark place in our distant past
Shouts you are in a place of death.
Listen, are those your footsteps?
Hear them echo in the dark behind?
Or is it just imagination lurking,
A symptom of your frightened mind?
Copyright: 2009, Donald Harbour
very good indeed…ive read a couple of times…very strong
Halloween poems have a peculiar popularity. Add “scary” to your tags and you’ll be extra inundated with search hits, should you want them!
A creepy walk indeed. The sounds seem to echo, like a great voice over. I do not care to join you.
You had me quaking from the moment I read your teaser comment on WWP! Very imaginative.
“Some spirits are want to never leave,” do you mean the spirits want never to leave, or should it be “some spirits are wont never to leave”?
OK, this is not poem related, but I love the graphic art you’re showing here. Is it new?
From the very beginning I felt like the speaker might be a ghost. I can definitely see Poe walking at home amongst the graves, discussing fear with unwary and unwilling guests.