Another re-post of something for this creepy season.
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October 2, 2024
In response to Merril’s “Haunted Harvest” prompt at dVerse poets.
“You can take the themes of harvest or haunted literally or use them metaphorically in any way you wish. Harvest grain, organs, fish, or emotions; imagine the grim reaper with a scythe. Write about something that haunts you, regret, a long-ago love, thoughts of someone who has died, or actual ghosts. Explore a haunted harvest”.
You may also use the painting above “The Harvest Moon” by Samuel Palmer as inspiration.
Took a little bit of both of these ideas …
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Third Eye Harvest Moon
He woke in a long field itching
of tall blades and short hungry bugs
chilled but not cold wondering of from where that single pocked light
hung high
had fell
.
“From my third eye” said a voice
.
he sudden colding and chilled now
as there was no from where for a lone voice to fall
no trees above nor craggy hills distance
far called with walls
to call back
friend or foe
score or none
to settle
or even from rock tall
smoke black
altars he may have been layed upon
in the stark
back
then
.
You are man are you not?
I am?
Yes, you are
Then from why where do you ask?
To see if you knew
But I just woke, food for bugs in tall grass in almost dark task
save for one light
high hung
just
right
.
Will you rise and pay threshed tithes
under my third eye
Why?
It is that time of harvest, of tall grasses wrapped with long blades twined
tribute
in the richness of grains
… and the harvest of souls
.
From why where must you have mine after such riches?
.
Because you are the first and quench a stronger thirst
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