Hunting for Ghosts, a poem by K.G. Munro at Spillwords.com

Hunting for Ghosts

Hunting for Ghosts

written by: K.G. Munro

 

‘Tis a season for monsters and devils!
To appear during earlier nights
Pumpkin eyes lurking across porches
As bats come out to sing
And people watch out for vampires
But this Halloween I am searching
For ghosts, illuminated shapes
With ice instead of blood in their veins
Not the generic kind you would see
In a grocery store but something
Truly wicked yet melancholy
That is what I am hunting for
As I grab a torch and a camera
Before heading towards the woods
Passing through groups of covered strangers
Looking for a treat as I hope
that no tricks will be played on me tonight
As I reach the shadow covered entrance
The trees are like bony hands clasping together
As I walk through the pathway barely lit
By my torch as twigs creak
And groan like the phantoms I am
Hoping to find next as moonlight barely
strokes my hair that the wind is playing with
A sharp noise makes me turn
The air becoming harsh, almost painfully cold
Against my skin as I head closer to the noise
With each step, every sound is getting louder
And louder as the glass of my torch cracks
I drop it before my hand is hit by something
And I feel fingers touching my head
As I push forward, trying not to scream
Chattering starts to echo around me
I’m about to yell, to run back home,
Until I feel an object hit my face
Opening my eyes,
I feel the fear and excitement leave me
To my dismay
It turns out to be squirrels throwing nuts
From their low-hanging tree
As I kick the dirt and sigh
The only ghosts are the ones
In my mind.

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