Ghostly Hands

Inspired by a dream

I walked to the sacred shrine
lit a candle there for you

 

Three other spirits
were shining brightly
upon the shelf

 

I wonder who
had called them here

 

While I waited
for the smoke
to call your name
I spoke to one
who lingerered
near the flame

 

Her voice was soft
she whispered low
I saw blue eyes
dark hair

 

She took my hand
we travelled far
in misty lands

 

To a cave
entered
descended
found
a pile of bones

 

She held a skull
I reached down
touched
bone fingers

 

Skeleton trembled
bones flying around
formed a human shape

 

On my left
ghostly hand in mine

 

On my right
bony fingers gripped
me tight

 

We three
formed a circle
ghostly chant
flesh returned to bones
spirit returned to flesh

 

A woman stood
holding my hands
long black hair
blue eyes

 

No words were said
she smiled

 

Again I stood
before the altar
three candles burning now

 

She was there beside me
smiling still
breathing
waiting
watching the flames

Reviews

[emmajoy]

History in a dream and more than plausible if you want it to be. When we have a dream it returns to whence it came .. perhaps you've had your dream in a different time but just not recognised it. This is beautiful because the bare bones have re-built either about a person or an event .. there's reality here, if you look

Beautiful writing .. gently explanatory, and without drama.

[Samuel Dickens]

Dreams can be wonderful writing material, and you've done a fine job putting this one to words. I'm going to stick my neck out and say that you probably have at least some idea of the meaning.

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

Well now there are plenty of ways to dissect this dream... I would love to get Freud's thoughts on the matter.

[Jibey]

A haunting and intriguing dream... conjured up in words of magic and mystery...

[Ed Hart]

you have the most wonderful dreams, oh shaman lady

[Pendantry]

Is that a typo on 'alter', or a clever homophone? I can't decide. There's definitely been a subtle alteration beside the altar. The fragmented structure you've put together makes your composition all at once a scary skeletal not-quite-nightmare dream.

[Aidz]

Glad you remember yr dreams I don't, Id hate to see what they would be like if my daydreams are anything to go by