It’s as late as afternoon can get,
the in-between time, when the light
is low and golden on the brink of night,
and the horizon is haunted by the silhouette
of a spiny hawthorn tree blossoming white.
The witch of Beltane protects us from the bite
of vampires and other creatures of darkness, yet
allows grim and silent ghosts, her acolytes,
to cross our thresholds; they don’t need us to invite
them in, not after the last tint of sunset.
Kim M. Russell, 23rd April 2019
My response to Imaginary Garden with Real Toads Poems in April Day 23 The Tuesday Platform: Gather around for some ghost stories
Sanaa is back with another Tuesday Platform and a poem by Emily Dickinson: ‘I Felt A Funeral In My Brain’. The inspiration for the poem-a-day challenge is to write a horror poem that makes one taste the dark in broad daylight.
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Very nicely written.
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the horizon is haunted by the silhouette
of a spiny hawthorn tree blossoming white… great image there!
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Thanks Rajani!
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This is deliciously dark and spooky, Kim! ❤️ I love the exquisite detailing and use of imagery in this 😀 especially; “a spiny hawthorn tree blossoming white,” and the idea of not needing an invitation after “the last tint of sunset.” I have goosebumps! Thank you so much for writing to the prompt! ❤️
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I enjoyed this prompt very much, Sanaa – thank, you! 🙂
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I sense the arrival of those ghosts,,,❣️
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Would you believe that I had a little shiver her? Well, I did. You warned us well on things to come. “yet allows grim and silent ghosts, her acolytes,
to cross our thresholds …”
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This is one of my favorite times of day to go walking. Those “between times” always feed my imaginative spirit too. Maybe today when I go walking I’ll notice those ghosts coming in to watch the world’s Beltane crescendo.
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You set up this haunting scene to make us shudder at the unknown that comes next. I think we may have been writing about the same thing, different day and perspective.
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Thanks Colleen. I’ll be back later to read and comment. I look forward to reading yours.
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That’s haunting..
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Thanks Namy.
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Beltane is my favorite holiday. I miss being able to spend the night in the fields, dancing around fires, sipping passion fruit juice, swimming in lakes… Complete tangent, I know. I just really miss Beltane celebrations. 😀
I love the story your poem tells, this battle between mystical creates, the way you leave us to wonder if the “saviors” have really saved anyone, or…
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“they don’t need us to invite/them in”: Spooky! I love how you paint the picture of that light after sunset — how it seems to be a transit between realms. Also, that image of the hawthorn tree is perfect in this atmosphere.
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Thank you, Anmol.
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A downright spooky tale Kim.
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I’m glad you have been satisfactorily spooked, Linda!
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I knew I could count on you to bring us somethung eerie. There are several hawthirne trees in our woods. I love them alibg with ash and holly trees in our woods along with several oaks topped with mistletoe. I keep specal watch on these trees. I believe these trees guard us. An excellent write
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Thank you, Toni. You know how much I love anything Gothic. We have hawthorn trees and hedges in our garden and they are in bloom at the moment. I agree with you about trees guarding us. Have you read The Overstory? It’s something else and all about trees.
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No I have not. I am currently indulging in my passion for 1890’s England. Currently reading the transcriots of Oscar Wilde’s trial
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That’s heavy reading, Toni.
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Well. It is but I can get my brain into it
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I recently saw the Rupert Everett film The Happy Prince, about Wilde’s last days. Brilliantly done.
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There is something about a silhouette of a tree against a sunset sky that is eerie. You’ve written it perfectly.
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We have quite a lot of hawthorn silhouettes around here and, because Norfolk is so flat, they have been blown by the wind into weird and wonderful shapes that stand out on the horizon. I’ll have to get out with my camera and take some photos, if they will allow it – they might think I’m stealing their souls!
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Very pertinent for me – with Samhain fast approaching in the Southern Hemisphere. (Except we don’t have Hawthorn trees.)
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What is the alternative down under?
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It’s hard to make any real correlation. For one thing, our indigenous trees are all evergreens, not deciduous (I’m glad to say).
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A fine bewitching for an Eve of May Day. Love that first line.
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Thanks Brendan.
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Sorry to be late with this response. Life! Oh fabulous, Kim. That never-never land of day turning to night and the spirits not needing an invitation. The picture is wonderful too.
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Thank you, Sarah.
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Beautiful!
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Thank you, Viv!
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