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Tonight, the crescent moon wanes
Tonight, the crescent moon wanes
The veil between the worlds thins
The veil between the worlds thins
The Crescent moon thins, tonight
Between the veil the worlds wanes
The departed make late night calls
The departed make late night calls
Sudden chill fills the autumn air
Sudden chill fills the autumn air
Late night calls fills the autumn air
The departed make sudden chill
Blackbirds caw from barren trees
Blackbirds caw from barren trees
A horned owl watches from the pines
A horned owl watches from the pines
From the barren trees, from the pines
A horned owl watches, blackbirds caw
Tonight, the departed make calls
Late the crescent moon wanes
The worlds thins, sudden night chill
From the pines, blackbirds caw
From barren trees, a horned owl watches
The autumn air fills the veil between
posted for dVerse Poets Pub
writing a Paradelle hosted by Grace
Thank you for reading and commenting
Spooky! I love it! Happy Halloween.
ReplyDeleteThe pic looks familiar;)
Sandra sandracox.blogspot.com
Thanks Sandra! I saw it on Pixabay and knew it looked familiar. ;)
DeleteLove your Halloween-themed paradelle Truedessa. The veil is thin tonight with the departed ones making late night calls. Scary and spooky with sounds from blackbirds cawing with a watchful horned owl. Happy Halloween!
ReplyDeleteThanks Grace that was a tricky prompt for tonight. Maybe, I should have opted for a treat. haha
DeleteTruedessa your paradelle is truly spooky and fitting for this night.
ReplyDeleteThank you! Happy Halloween
DeleteWell crafted really, especially love how it came together in the last stanza
ReplyDeleteHi Bjorn, thanks it was a puzzling prompt for sure.
DeleteNice! When then veil between the living and the dead is at its thinnest...
ReplyDeleteHi Alex, yes it is and was! Now November has arrived.
Delete"The veil between the worlds thins";
ReplyDelete"The autumn air fills the veil between"
Lovely lines. Enjoyed your poem. :)
Thanks for visiting and leaving a comment - glad it was enjoyed
DeletePerfect for the witching hour! Well done revamping the fourth stanza, True!!
ReplyDeleteThanks Helen, it was a tricky prompt.
DeleteWow! You made this form sing, Truedessa, as the poem flows into a perfect convergence of images. Well done indeed.
ReplyDeleteHi Dora - thanks for reading
DeleteHa, you managed the form well. I love the birds!
ReplyDeleteHi Sherry, the birds had to come into the poem they add that bit of mystique.
DeleteA wonderful Halloween poem with strong imagery, summed up beautifully in the final stanza. Well done!
ReplyDeleteThank you for stopping over. Much appreciate the feedback.
DeleteAwesome, Truedessa!
ReplyDeleteThe last stanza is just perfect.
I love these lines in particular:
"blackbirds caw
From barren trees, a horned owl watches
The autumn air fills the veil between"
I love the thinning, thin places are precious.
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