A candle shines out bold

A cascade poem for the dverse Halloween monster prompt.

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A candle shines out bold into the dark,

The sign that beckons, leading dear ones home,

For some were never dear that still are dead,

Not all the dead who walk this night find rest.

 

I shuffle down the lonely lane this night,

The night the veil drops between life and death,

I search for warmth to chase the dark earthโ€™s chill,

A candle shines out bold into the dark.

 

I feel them flutter past to sit once more,

Among their loved ones, drawn like moths to flame,

I follow, shambling in their phantom steps,

The sign that beckons, leading dear ones home.

 

I howl with pain that no one thinks of me,

With anger that all doors are bolted, barred,

Against the likes of me, shunned from the feast,

For some were never dear that still are dead.

 

I paw the door and beat the window pane,

Cajole and whine, the dogs bark, none will come,

Take care to leave no casement wide for me,

Not all the dead that walk this night want rest.

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Jane Dougherty

I used to do lots of things I didn't much enjoy. Now I am officially a writer. It's what I always wanted to be.

45 thoughts on “A candle shines out bold”

  1. Midst the Snickers and candy corn, above the costumed by Walmart tykes, yes, there be the forlorn, the desperate, the forgotten–who only have one night to be active each year.

  2. I paw the door and beat the window pane,
    Cajole and whine, the dogs bark, none will come,
    Take care to leave no casement wide for me,
    Not all the dead that walk this night want rest.
    Wow!

  3. Brilliant clever write.
    i do so hope if I roam the night, someone will let me in. I do so hope others regard me as dear!
    Anna :o]

    1. I’m sure they will, Anna ๐Ÿ™‚ Even monsters can usually count on being welcomed by someone. It’s the very few who can’t find anyone who still has a kind thought for them that you have to watch out for

    1. It is. It’s at this point that all religions with ideas about everlasting wonderfulness or everlasting horror begin to look a bit shaky. Forever is a long time to condemn anyone, even a monster.

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