A Month for Ghosts by Mary Holten

(We are reminded that no-where is also now-here)

Cranes and
Turtles, a
Red moon
As sign;
Paintings all
In white.

We drift
Through each
Other’s stories
Like visitants,
Superimposed
And glowing
Faintly blue:
Heroines,
Victims,
Villains
Newly
Generous.

Wax-lights
Curving down
Hillsides open
Darkness,
Welcome
The dead.
Food is
Taken
Slowly, in
Gratitude.
We are
Meant to
Breathe
Deeply,
Relinquish
Ego and
Renounce
Struggle; still
We are
Wakeful in
Snow huts on
Unlucky nights


Mary Holten is a certified teacher and licensed counselor. She writes poetry, short fiction and nonfiction. A short story has appeared in The Rockford Review. Poetry not included here has been accepted by: Dream Fantasy International; Birth Matters in Print; Literary Mama; Psychopoetica; Running Deer Press; Red River Review; The Awakenings Review; Moon Journal; Off Channel; and Earth’s Daughters.

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