for Ossian by Spangle McQueen

for Ossian*

some of the gentlest folks I know
have souls tinged
with a love of darkness

blackness and bloodstains
bind their haunted air

sepia
cuttlefish
secretion
stains steel-pierced skin
tattoo-ink bleeds
bleaches
fades

sinister whispers
in monochrome
from American
Hallowe’ens
past
painstakingly
positioned
on glossy paper

macabre masks
project
monsters
as though they
lurked
in everyday life
pretending to be playful

black holes where
eyes
should be

grotesque scarecrows
lie in wait
for children
guised as witches
skeletons ghouls
begging for soul cakes

those children now
done and dusted

ghosts
of their older selves

a whiff of
allspice
from beyond the veil

 

* Haunted Air by Ossian Brown (http://hauntedair.com)


Spangle McQueen is a happy grandma and hopeful poet living in Sheffield. She is proud and grateful to have work accepted and/or published by Three Drops Press; Picaroon; Lonesome October Lit; Bonnie’s Crew; Burning House Press; Dwell Collective Zine; Strix; Awkward Mermaid; I am not a Silent Poet; The Writers’ Café; Foxglove Journal and Sad Girl Review.


Back to the Halloween 2018 Special

Advertisements

haunting and horrific poetry and fiction since 2017

%d bloggers like this: