Approaching Halloween, part two

 

Aron Wiesenfeld    Bride on Cloud

Here is a ghost poem:

Ghost

BY CYNTHIA HUNTINGTON

At first you didn’t know me.

I was a shape moving rapidly, nervous

 

at the edge of your vision. A flat, high voice,

dark slash of hair across my cheekbone.

 

I made myself present, though never distinct.

Things I said that he repeated, a tone

 

you could hear, but never trace, in his voice.

Silence—followed by talk of other things.

 

When you would sit at your desk, I would creep

near you like a question. A thought would scurry

 

across the front of your mind. I’d be there,

ducking out of sight. You must have felt me

 

watching you, my small eyes fixed on your face,

the smile you wondered at, on the lips only.

 

The voice on the phone, quick and full of business.

All that you saw and heard and could not find

 

the center of, those days growing into years,

growing inside of you, out of reach, now with you

 

forever, in your house, in your garden, in corridors

of dream where I finally tell you my name.

Cynthia Huntington, "Ghost" from The Radiant. Copyright © 2003 by Cynthia Huntington.  Reprinted by permission of Four Way Books.

 

I'm including more of Wiesenfeld's eerie art here:

Girl, Cat, Autumn, Wood

The Lighthouse

The Pond

 

Fog One and Fog Two