Ghost

One of my favourite weeks of the year for posting poems: the run-up to Halloween. Expect spooky-themed poems all week dear reader!

I've done this for the past few years here and every year am met with the slight trepidation of not being able to find yet more fitting poems. But never fear, (aha) that is never the case with poetry, it's such an inexhaustible medium as I always find out, a bottomless pit (see what I did there?) of new-spun delights. If you are looking for classic Halloween poems then you can have a look at my posts from a few Octobers ago, as they were always the first ones to be posted. And if you have any suggestions for Halloween themed poems, please let me know!

Today's poem is my favourite kind of Halloween poem - that with an emotional core and spooky overlay that only serves to sharpen its point (much like a ghost itself really when you think about it...)

What is the most haunting thing of all? Love lost of course, its endless regret  a shadowy spectre that follows you everywhere. I love the last line in this poem so much. What a truly scary contemplation it is - if the past is our 'resting place',  then what does that say about our present and future?

Ghost - Michael R.Burch

White in the shadows
I see your face,
unbidden. Go, tell

Love it is commonplace;
tell Regret it is not so rare.

Our love is not here
though you smile,
full of sedulous grace.

Lost in darkness, I fear
the past is our resting place.