Perpetual nattering and laughter
of men in Madame Pompadour
and women in Marie Antoinette,
Masquerades of the French monarch,
heavily sloshed spun around in a waltz
on the floor of the Louvre Palace.
Large blossoms of robes a la Francaise
in coral, canary, crimson, and Carolina,
Rococo Medieval suits with trimmings
embroidered in silver and gold threads,
and silk ribbons fluttering with antique
lace were all that we once dreamt of.
The French Revolution stormed through
the floor of Insidious games of betrayals.
Wealth and splendor vanished in storms.
A Girl in Blue Dress
On that heavy rainy day, a black car
lost control on the downhill, and drove into
the broken bridge, sinking into the lake.
From the car descending into the water,
I saw a girl in a cerulean blue long dress
with white collars and a satin trimming
and the same silky ribbon tied softly
on her blond hair, swaying like a jellyfish.
Her blue eyes looked into my eyes
sending me a message that she was
no longer able to do so by herself,
reminding me of the love that
she couldn’t offer to her mother.
A Samurai Warrior
By the stormy thunderous noises, I woke up,
now staring at the ceiling above a hotel bed.
A Samurai Warrior with a bloody face
was scarcely alive in the field of battles.
Golden Styled horns on the dark iron helmet
shoulder and body guards in Maroon and fire
a long Sword in shiny silver were all at his hand
Though he was trapped in scheming deceits,
he wished me to send his love to his beloved.
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Since I was young, I’d sometimes encountered some spirits when I traveled. They usually stayed in the areas but had some messages for me to understand their situations or asked me to pray. Though Halloween is a feast for the dead, I usually treat the spirits very mindfully with a respect to what they wish. Here I shared a few spirits I came across in the past. Thank you very much.
These poems were to respond to the prompt, "Spookfest Halloween Poetry Challenge," by Stuart Englander for the platform, Write Under the Moon.