Wednesday, October 30, 2013

The Night Before Halloween

The roses were droopin´ after too much rain.
The nectar of specter was drippin´ from their black leaves
In the deathly moonlight
Fillin´ the hot, sticky night.

“I thought I heard your mother callin´,”
Said one boy to another.
“My father told me she died
From havin too much love,”
Answered the other as they continued down the path,
Both a little bit scared.

Crickets and frogs were chirppin´ around `em.
The night breeze was rustlin´ the leaves in the trees.
The two boy´s Halloween costumes
Crinkled as they walked.
“There isn’t much privacy on Halloween night,”
Said one. “So many dead people walkin´ around,
It´s hard to sort them out.”

At the cemetery,
The sickly sweet smell of sodden roses
Filled the humid, thick air.
They walked between the graves, With their eyes wide open,
Expectin´ to see skeletons or ghosts
Jump out and dance towards them
At any moment.

Then the moon went behind a cloud
And they shivered a little,
But they kept on goin´
Down the spooky, old path.
Each one of them carryin´ a flower
Stolen from a neighbor´s yard
— Birds of paradise.

At last they arrived at the grave of the one boy´s mother.
They knelt down and put their dyin´ flowers On the cold stone.
And then, the lovely moon came back out.
And shone on their tear smeared, painted faces
As smiles grew on their lips.

— Russell Rosander

From Kinsberg, CA Russell Rosander is an artist and poet living in the Costalegre of Mexico. His works were featured in The Art Show at the Louisiana Museum of Art in Humlebaek, Denmark and elsewhere. Russell's art graces the cover of Take Two: Another Bar None Anthology as well as being a co-founder of the Bar None Group and a contributor of poetry and art to both Bar None Group anthologies.

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