Ghosts At The Campfire | A Poem By Dedreanna Dionne
With spooky season approaching, I wanted to share a poem I wrote 4 years ago! What can I say, I was reading a lot of Poe at the time. This, is Ghosts At The Campfire.
Ghosts At The Campfire
A Poem By Dedreanna Dionne
I wandered through the forest, weary
Damp and dark, this eve so dreary
Then, appeared a moonlit clearing
A light gleamed up ahead
My feet curiously lead
Before things took a turn to dire
I stumbled onto a campfire
People swathed in strange attire
So cautiously I tread
The embers burning red
Six or seven, plus the host
Indulging in marshmallow roast
Clinking steins and sharing toasts
In fright I almost fled
They urged me not to dread
Their faces gaunt and ghastly pale
My breath I drew a sharp inhale
All the signs clearly telltale
This crew was surely dead
To spare my life I pled
Then, one motioned to the clearing
Dozens of them slowly nearing
Each one appeared to be fearing
This encampment of the dead
Wonders circling round my head
Like a lightning strike it hit me
Ghostly welcoming committee
Wallowed deep in my self pity
My clothes freshly stained in red
A wound that no longer bled
I sat perched amongst the embers
Wracked my brain far to remember
How I perished that September
Pondering beside the dead
My inquiries they fed
I accepted my grim fate
Now known only as the late
Marble etched expiry date
My eternal pine made bed
A beginning, not an end