—Ann Privateer, Davis
Did you ever carve a pumpkin
feel its slimy seeds slither
between fingers and hands?
Did you ever light a candle
watch it flicker inside
the orange cavern?
Did you ever keep a jack-o-lantern
on the porch until it changed
into a blackened web?
Did you ever wonder why
there are never twins
in the pumpkin patch?
BY DAY AND BY NIGHT
Pumpkins by day
are safe enough
for baking a pie
but by night they
bodies of fright
lined up on an old
with no place to go
telling scary tales.
EARLY EVENING GHOSTS
—Taylor Graham, Placerville
Fog filters everything outside
but gray-black of the great oak rooted
snag-silhouette at the edge
where earth drops off to nothing.
A stiff-barked skeleton still standing,
the ghost of Patience.
All day we burned lamps and stoked
the stove while fog dismantled
what we know of solid ground.
This evening, ghosts of the old year
cold, not quite transparent,
gather around our fire.
I listen in the dark to noises muffled
by the house. The wind
shuffling leaves and ancestors
in windfall heaps. Maybe an owl too far
away to say it’s not coyote, or
crazy Aunt Hermione in her starched
old-lady sheets. It’s Halloween.
Time to carve a toothless face in autumn’s
harvest. An acorn hits the roof.
Then something sloughs across beam
or shingle. Flatfooted
ghost, featureless as night thoughts
slipped to dream. By dawn-light,
who will that be
behind my mask in the mirror?
What will I find in the lint
of a pocket’s seam?
A NEW CHAPTER FOR THE HANGMAN'S TREE
I’m walking down Main Street, past the Bell Tower
with its ghosts of three girls murdered, 1984,
to the Hangman’s Tree saloon, built on the stump
of the old hanging-tree. Shielding my eyes
against late sun, I look up at mortise-and-tenon joints
holding rafters and beams in place since 1853.
The lynch-effigy that for hung so long from a rafter
is gone—offensive to modern sensibilities.
A chill wind is window-shopping down Main Street,
speaking in ghost-talk to the dead. A gust peeks
into the old saloon, survivor of earthquake, fire,
flood. Can it survive our notions of progress, our
building codes and declarations of “hazard to public
safety”? A bit of reinforcing here and there,
a new roof, a paint job—it’ll be good for another
150 years. Tear down the old building’s ages,
where will the ghosts go?
END OF THE ROAD
Here’s a teddy-bear slipper,
worn the evening she disappeared,
just down the street from this dead-end
on the east edge of town, cistern
for a city’s waste—floral couch sagging
into mire among shards of amber glass
(plinkers’ target practice); a headless
doll; chicken-wire on a frame;
a crimson agate in a spill of broken rock.
Footprints hardened into soil, none
small enough to be a child’s.
Anise and wild celery, willow bent
over standing water.
On ponderous wings a heron rises
from the cattails, long legs
trailing behind. If it could tell us
what it’s seen—no, it’s gone
without a sign.
Indio, California, c 1951. 7 yrs old.
I had 20 cents.
1 plastic horse cost 10 cents (no tax);
2 plastic horses, 20 cents plus tax.
My parents taught me thrift.
I bought 1 plastic horse, buckskin (10 cents).
Then I bought another plastic horse, black (10 cents).
I’ve always been low-finance,
I’m a poet.
I still collect horses,
the kind that canter in my mind.
Thanks to Ann Privateer and Taylor Graham for today's post. We're talking about ghosts this week, for some reason... Send your ghost poems to firstname.lastname@example.org or P.O. Box 762, Pollock Pines, CA 95726. You know they're hanging around out there, just waiting for you.........
A cold autumn night—
I clutch my white robe;
The bright, clear moon covers the sky.
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