A seasonal poem about our true ghosts and goblins—the things that eat us up!
Reap the Sowing
Unite, ghosts and goblins
wake up and bring your mess
forget the fires, dreadful ones
follow the clicks—those candlesticks
set out to light the dark
welcome your likely presence
All-hallows eve, one special night
Step on up, make it righteous
What if, each year on Halloween, we made it a point to rectify at least one wrong—in our own mind, at least.
Done to us
Done to them
Write it down
Work it out!
further reading
On Metaphorical Ghosts, and Where to Find Them via MetNet Scandinavia
Haunting as a Metaphor for Trauma via Virginia Commonwealth University
Nicely done
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😊💙Thanks so much, Sadje
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You’re most welcome
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Great piece. “What if, each year on Halloween, we made it a point to rectify at least one wrong—in our own mind, at least.” Love this.💕
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Means so much, thank you 😊💙
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You’re so welcome 💕
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