When the Ghosts Come Around

A poem for late fall.

When the Ghosts Come Around

When Donkey Lady screams in the cold, dark field,

And the black ice is hard on the ground,

And there's nobody else in the world but me,

That's when the ghosts come around.

I call them ghosts, but I don't know why,

I'm not really sure what they are,

The pound on the roof and rattle the locks,

And drink from my whiskey jar.

When the dead limbs rake at the bleached full moon, 

And the leaves rattle over the ground, 

And the hound dogs hide 'neath the front porch steps,

That's when the ghost come around.

Reviews

[Crowley]

A fitting tribute to the season. the ghosts that drink my whiskey are no ghosts at all, just friends who don't want to pay for the first two drinks at the bar...lol. I love the concept that our ghosts come around at odd times to remind us of our past. Gives a new meaning to skeletons in the closet!..Loved it!

[Miss Fedelm]

Thanks. Glad you enjoyed it.

[Chris Shaw]

Well written and atmospheric. Lovely poetic expression and a smooth read Miss Fedelm. Thank you.


Chris

[Miss Fedelm]

Glad you enjoyed it.

[Gee]

Might not be a Halloween write but fits in well this time of the year.
Well written, tripped off the tongue

[Miss Fedelm]

Thanks for reading. As I explained below, it's a bluegrass song that I wrote.

[Gee]

Will have to Google bluegrass music :)

[angel]

Really well done, Miss F! I enjoyed this well-written poem.

[Miss Fedelm]

Thanks for reading. It was a blue grass song I wrote. Em and G with kind of a howling fiddle. Don't know how to post music here.

[angel]

Me either. Em and G...wish you could post the music.don't do the fiddle, although I have a neighbor who does and says he will teach me.
I do have a guitar, if you post the chord progressions, maybe I can figure it out.

[Chris]

Mine sit and share stories as our night passes. We watch each-the-other through the coffee mysts...

[Miss Fedelm]

Thanks for the review.