When the Ghosts Come Around

When the Ghosts Come Around

A Poem by Miss Fedelm
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A poem for late fall.

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When the Ghosts Come Around

When Donkey Lady screams in the cold, dark field,
And the black ice is hard on the ground,
And there's nobody else in the world but me,
That's when the ghosts come around.

I call them ghosts, but I don't know why,
I'm not really sure what they are,
The pound on the roof and rattle the locks,
And drink from my whiskey jar.

When the dead limbs rake at the bleached full moon, 
And the leaves rattle over the ground, 
And the hound dogs hide 'neath the front porch steps,
That's when the ghost come around.

© 2018 Miss Fedelm


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A fitting tribute to the season. the ghosts that drink my whiskey are no ghosts at all, just friends who don't want to pay for the first two drinks at the bar...lol. I love the concept that our ghosts come around at odd times to remind us of our past. Gives a new meaning to skeletons in the closet!..Loved it!

Posted 6 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Miss Fedelm

6 Years Ago

Thanks. Glad you enjoyed it.



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Well written and atmospheric. Lovely poetic expression and a smooth read Miss Fedelm. Thank you.


Chris

Posted 6 Years Ago


Miss Fedelm

6 Years Ago

Glad you enjoyed it.
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Gee
Might not be a Halloween write but fits in well this time of the year.
Well written, tripped off the tongue

Posted 6 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Miss Fedelm

6 Years Ago

Thanks for reading. As I explained below, it's a bluegrass song that I wrote.
Gee

6 Years Ago

Will have to Google bluegrass music :)
Really well done, Miss F! I enjoyed this well-written poem.

Posted 6 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Miss Fedelm

6 Years Ago

Thanks for reading. It was a blue grass song I wrote. Em and G with kind of a howling fiddle. Don't .. read more
angel

6 Years Ago

Me either. Em and G...wish you could post the music.don't do the fiddle, although I have a neighbor .. read more
A fitting tribute to the season. the ghosts that drink my whiskey are no ghosts at all, just friends who don't want to pay for the first two drinks at the bar...lol. I love the concept that our ghosts come around at odd times to remind us of our past. Gives a new meaning to skeletons in the closet!..Loved it!

Posted 6 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Miss Fedelm

6 Years Ago

Thanks. Glad you enjoyed it.
Mine sit and share stories as our night passes. We watch each-the-other through the coffee mysts...

Posted 6 Years Ago


Miss Fedelm

6 Years Ago

Thanks for the review.

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Added on October 19, 2018
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Miss Fedelm
Miss Fedelm

Aspen, CO



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I'm a lawyer by education, but mostly I've worked in ski towns and hung out there. Sometimes doing some pretty menial jobs. I was on a ski team for a while, and I got to show my stuff in competition, .. more..

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