Halloween Night
Halloween Night
by Jennifer Luckenbill
The Oklahoma wind
whistles its quiet tune
outside the window,
smooth as butter
on freshly browned toast.
Music to drown
the thumps and bumps
of a late Halloween night.
Whispered melodies
too soft for the ear,
breaking the wall
between body and spirit,
between living and dead.
No costumed faces
at this hour
to scare away the spirits,
so they press faces against windows,
the ghost equivalent
of puppy-dog eyes,
begging for the warmth of the living
to press against their bodies,
a moment’s feeling,
there and gone.
About the author…
Jennifer Luckenbill is a freelance writer, editor, and artist currently living in […]