Remains

I came here for sanctuary

Away from the winds and the sounds of the city

Cars pass us by

Church bells ring

The wind blows through the trees

Seasons fall away

Days turn to years 

They blur to endless darkened dreams  

My bones and your bones

They're resting together in peace

Cozy in our coffins

6 feet underneath

We are safe from the world

From the mortals of our town  

But as the sun sets

When the people leave us be 

The dead get ready to party

Ghost in the graveyard

Hide and seek

Dancing and thrashing

We crash out of the ground

Hand in hand we glide to the sky

We haunt the humans

The ones who betrayed us

 Broke our hearts

Made us cry

Befriend the creatives  

We kiss the orphans

The hopeless

The lonely

We joke of our fates

and our previous lives we reminisce

We gossip of the new ghost in town

She fell off a cliff

A terrible fate

So we raid the local grocery store

Throw her a welcome party

Night is ready to be explored

I even found her a date!   

The spirit children giggle and wiggle  

They play on swings

In trees on chimneys

Run through forest

Fly with planes

With havoc and racket

Their howling laughter soars

No one here mourns

But as the sun rises

We slip back to the ground

4 walls around us

We wait for a sound

In the morning you were bored

And to all of our horror

You snuck out

With a devil grin you tapped the shoulder of a coroner

He jumped and squealed 

Ran to his car in fright

We laughed and high fived together in delight

Ghost lovers we are

And ghost friends we'll be

As long as we're side by side

This afterlife is wonderfully free

When all  of our friends are dead and just a memory

and we're side by side it's always been just you and me

for all the world to see

Author's Note

Reviews

[Fahmida Mehreen]

Such an idolized couple. A perfect example. Wish people are indeed blessed with such a life. Freedom. Carefree. ^_^

[dan]

Kathryn, First of all...great song that you included with the piece and which you derived inspiration for the piece. Nicely done.
The idea of ghosts partying in the graveyard is wonderful. Just like new neighbors moving into a neighborhood there is curiosity and gossip among the old guard before rolling out the welcome wagon. And partying in the graveyard jogs MY memory...when I was in the 20-24 year age range my good friends and I would go to the grave where my dad was buried, sit there and drink beer (and smoke....yeah) and celebrate my dad's life, taken so prematurely. When I tell people this they think it's sick, but I disagree.
A wonderful piece of writing, Kathryn...is it written in celebration of a loved one of yours? take care...dan

[R J Askew]

Heck, the first few lines perfectly matched my mood this afternoon - sad time September can be. But then the poem turns into a dark delight of ghostly doings. Made me smile. Esp the arch humour of the cliff.

[Kathryn Smith]

haha thank you! I wanted to have some fun with this one..make it a bit less dark and morbid. ;)
read morehaha thank you! I wanted to have some fun with this one..make it a bit less dark and morbid. ;)

Glad I made you smile and I hope October is good to you! xx

[wordman]

who really knows what`s on the other side,thought provoking

[Hi]

Fun and cool with some deeper stuff. It reminded of a cartoon I watched when I was young in music class set to Camille Saint-Saëns - Danse Macabre. Thanks.

[Coyote Poetry]

A amazing poem dear friend.
"Ghost in the graveyard
Hide and seek
Dancing and thrashing"
The above lines were my favorite and I like the photos a lot. Thank you Kathryn for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote