Beyond the Opening Gate
written by: Franci Eugenia Hoffman
The night is eerie,
uneven cobblestones
blanketed in silver-gray
lichen, like a thick coat of
paint, poses a difficult path.
Trees with menacing limbs glisten
in noxious green-tinted mist.
Should I turn back?
I tread my path precisely, like
threading the eye of a needle;
This treacherous trek gives me
goosebumps. I sense I’m not alone.
Eyes glare from every nook and
cranny; hoot owls echo warnings.
I shake and shiver, and feel the need
to run to the safety of my abode, sip hot
black coffee, and write poetry for
Spillwords. Should I turn back?
Yet, I continue. Old and rusted, a
a gate is opening, and tugs at my
curiosity. Behold, there in the mist,
stands a crotchety old haunted house.
I can’t believe my eyes; ghosts and goblins,
rocking and rolling. Black cats, bats,
and pumpkins swinging and swaying.
‘Tis a sight I’ve never seen. I can’t turn back!
Welcome to the party, they chanted in
four part harmony! Enjoy a cuppa, freshly
brewed by witches ready to charm you.
I imbibed from an oaken goblet without hesitation.
We sang soulful music from yesteryear,
toasted to heroes, spread goodwill, and kindness.
A Halloween, I’ll never forget. You see, our life’s
journey can be daunting, but the destination
is magical.
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