When that thin gossamer veil
Between the worlds
Shreds impatiently
To let the alive and dead
Have their meet-and-greet
Be careful what you wish
Be aware of what you say
Trust no spirit if they be unknown
Dump salt from a neck pouch if tingly scalp
Light white candles if black ones flicker and flare
Carve smiley orange kirbiso
And fish-feed your inky cats
Unless
Unless you crave
(If you are brave)
Excitement that may turn into
Fear
Because the spirits are bored
Powerful and jealous
And they may overcome
Whatever you believe
Who has the control?
Not us, my fellow-living
We can train, memorize, pray
But spirits have that spectral power
A necromantic way with words and wands
No, we’re no match
Unless
Unless you are blessed
With wisdom and purity
And you know the runes to
The banish spell
Do I know them?
Will I share?
Perhaps if you give me your candy corn
I can be persuaded to bare my soul to you…
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© 2016 Clarissa Simmens (ViataMaja)
IMAGE: Halloween 2021
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