It was the sign of the times. The Wraiths' Feast came to be. Collegiate voice lifters journeyed through the Witches' Passage to the nearest Wailing Walls. With Lantern Haze devices, they slowly proceeded onward. Under a darkened sky, they listened for Midnight Murmurs from Gossamer Ghosts who enjoyed lurking on the bewitching night of Halloween.
Are you ready for a ghostly poems prompted by our creative Poetry Friday host, Jone Rush MacCulloch? Jone offers a list of Halloween prompts to create a variety of poems by our community of writer-poets. What I did was take her poems and introduce them in a short tale that is partially true from my college days with additional support from Halloween photos I took while living in Long Island.
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DON'T BE AFRAID!
screech and whimper.
With bated breath,
Halloweeners creep quietly,
slowly inching their way
throughout the cemetery
until they notice
a formidable sign.
"Yikes!" Do you see a conclave before us?
Ghastly, bellowing ghosts circle.
Whose Moolinght Graveyard is this?
I think I know, but
not all agree.
Some friends step back,
tingling like scared cats,
Others mesmerized by the Phantom Lullaby.
Howling screams, frozen in time, rise. Stop!
Something lurks by the Velvet Coffin.
"There is something haunting
in the light of the moon."
Without delay, scratching voices
rise from the ground.
We quickly skedaddle
under the light of the evening moon,
before sirens chase us out.
©CVarsalona, 2025
Just Remember:
Beware of what lurks at night on Hallow's Eve.
@CVarsalona, free verse, Halloween 2025
@CVarsalona digital artwork
Follow the light of the moon to Jone's Poetry Friday Halloween Roundup.
You never know what you will find.
Poetry Peeps were invited to the Poetry Sisters challenge for October! A burning haibun arrived from the ashes of my opening prose poem. As the Poetry Princesses noted, the burning haibun is not the "old regular haibun. It highlights the internal landscape of memory and within them, something somewhere must BURN."
(Please enjoy visiting other poets who enjoyed creating burning haibuns: Tricia, Sara, Laura, Mary Lee, Liz, and Michelle K. Check Tanita's blog to see if more people joined in.)
In prose, I present Hallow's Eve.It was the sign of the times. The Wraiths' Feast came to be. Collegiate voice lifters journeyed through the Witches' Passage to the nearest Wailing Walls. With Lantern Haze devices, they slowly proceeded onward. Under a darkened sky, they listened for Midnight Murmurs from Gossamer Ghosts who enjoyed lurking on the bewitching night of Halloween.
Erasure #1. Result after the blackout technique:
it's time. Wraths' Feast came. Voice lifted. Journey with lanterns slowly proceeded. Darkened sky listened. Midnight ghosts lurking on Halloween.
Erasure #2. Burnout leads to a haiku.
It's time wraith came
voices journey listen
night ghosts lurk
Draft CVarsalona, Halloween 2025, burning haibun
Oh, what fun it is to capture Halloween Eve, especially since this year I am homebound with a fractured ankle. My boot and walker chair are my costume for a chilly night at home.
Please understand that I have been on slow-go movement since last week.
