in the twilight of the year
when all is night;
venture forth all those
who flee the light
to dance, to prance and merry-make
o'er all the world 'fore dawn should break
to win, to woo, to fright, to thrall
and mysteries hid reveal to all
to scale the furthest, safest tower
and steal within most virtuous bower
the wary, cautious, shy to tempt
and rusting, dusting sleep prevent
and tear away from righteous "Nay"
and whisper soft, "come on, let's play!"
Spooky and well said - just what I'd expect from you. ;-)
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Glad you enjoyed it, Laura. And... - playing is good. :-}
ReplyDeleteLove the old-fashioned feel of this poem. EAP-esque. Perfect for the holy day. Peace, Linda
ReplyDeleteI am honored, although I'm not at all certain that the good Mr. Poe would be.
ReplyDeleteThanks Linda, glad you enjoyed it. As for old-fashioned, I have been called that more than once in my life (even as a compliment).
I like your poem, Kevin. Captures the free wheeling, whimsical nature of the holiday.
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Thanks Jon - I like the playful aspect of the holiday, and tried to capture it
ReplyDeleteEnjoyable tale, can't help but wonder how long the bright creature is likely to stay away from the cat.
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