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The Clue of Dark Balance

 Sharing with The Sunday Muse #234. 

 

Tracie knows the attic holds the mirror
Crow feathers, cobwebs, and space
Aunt's last legacy, scratched, obscure
Crow feathers, cobwebs, and space

Beyond silver glass, in the dark cracks
Crow feathers, cobwebs, and space
Flaneurs dance on the wires, men move
Crow feathers, cobwebs, and space

What haunts the city, taunts the town
Crow feathers, cobwebs, and space
Its joys and labor, shadows continue
Crow feathers, cobwebs, and space

Not sure if this counts as a ghost story, but the first image recalls Nancy Drew covers and the second chimes with the book of ghost stories currently lurking by the couch. I'm about a third of the way through one of the drafts I'd hoped to finish in October and the month seems have vanished. OoooooOoooooo. :) 

Happy Halloween!

-- Chrissa

Comments

  1. Carrie Van HornOctober 29, 2022 at 8:22 AM

    Oh Chrissa this is Halloween poetry perfection! I love the repeating lines! They are the touch that gave me goosebumps! I hope you have a fabulous weekend my friend!

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    1. C. SandlinOctober 29, 2022 at 2:36 PM

      Thanks! Saturday is TRF and further Halloween nonsense. :)

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  2. Keith's RamblingsOctober 29, 2022 at 9:01 AM

    It cetainly has a ghostly quality about it, both in content and format! I like it.

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  3. kaykualaOctober 29, 2022 at 10:17 AM

    It gets to be as ghostly as one proceeds and the repeating lines bring the mystery slowly to a head. Great writing Chrissa!

    Hank

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  4. FireblossomOctober 29, 2022 at 2:10 PM

    Very seasonal, Chrissa. Have you chosen CEOberus's costume yet?

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  5. Gillena CoxOctober 30, 2022 at 5:41 AM

    Luv luv the rhythm in this poem.
    Happy Sunday Chrissa.

    much🧡love

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  6. HelenOctober 30, 2022 at 10:16 AM

    Tracie is quite the perceptive, intuitive lady I would say ......

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  7. DoraOctober 30, 2022 at 11:50 AM

    Oh spooky! The repeating lines somehow make it that much more spell-binding.

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  8. qbitOctober 30, 2022 at 1:07 PM

    "Flaneurs dance on the wires, men move" - Oooh! And I love the cadence and repetition. Spooky great.

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  9. TruedessaOctober 30, 2022 at 3:35 PM

    I too like the repetition as it creates a haunting image.

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  10. AngelaOctober 31, 2022 at 5:42 AM

    Great repetition which adds to the depth of the spookiness :)

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