1853 - The Hallowed Evening

 

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The Sunday Whirl presented these twelve words for us to use in a creative writing piece.  

magic back broken nest seems drag news breeze life ghost need tell

Poets and storytellers invited us to build on Halloween.

I also draw inspiration from dVerse - Poet's Pub

The Hallowed Evening

“There is no death, daughter. 

People die only when we forget them.” 

— Isabel Allende

I The Ritual

A candle burns,

Setting the scene.

Magic in a way—but solemn too.

Not to recall ghosts,

Not to roughly drag up the past—

To remember.

To remember.

In silence.

II The Remembrance

To look back

Is not a reversal—

The timeline is eternal,

Recall is intermittent—

Not broken, just granular.

No need to force it,

Just a need to sit there.

To remember.

To remember.

In silence.

III The Renewal

Life, or lives, long past.

Vespers. Just a breeze in time.  Of time.

They bring no news,

Tell no secrets,

All seems ephemeral

But, bidden, the love comes to nest,

To settle gently upon me.

To remember.

To remember.

In silence.

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