When October Calls again

I recently published a poetry book called When October Calls.  It started out as some musings in a Halloween notebook and then I decided to make the collection into a book.  They’re not Keats or Browning, but they’re fun.  I started on the second set of poems with that same theme and maybe I’ll have enough to publish another book.  One of the poems is about the time I went to Spring Valley church to look around and take pictures.  It was late February and I didn’t reach the church yard until about 3:30pm.  The light reminded me of the opening sequence to Night of the Living Dead and with all the grave makers around, I couldn’t help letting my imagination run away.  Here is the poem inspired by that day.                                                                                                                                                                                                
 

Visit to a Graveyard

I took the road to Zena

I went to take a look

I wanted color pictures

There were many that I took

The day was in late winter

The light, not so good

Enough to take the pictures

I wondered if I should

I thought about a movie

In which the dead did rise

The atmosphere was like that

Would there be surprise?

Lonely little cemetery

Upon a country road

Imagination, cool it!

No zombies in this abode

And yet I couldn’t help it

The grass above the graves

 I imagined zombie fingers

Poking through in waves

No monsters made an entrance

No vampires roamed the grounds

It was calm and peaceful

With all the usual sounds

If you’re hyper-sensitive

Or imagination runs amok

Stay out of lonely graveyards

And otherwise, good luck!