(and on the seventh night)

The skin between is thinning
flimsy and translucent
we wait
we stifle silent screams,

The hallows is opening
I feel the blood withdraw
we wait
the patience of a blade,

come closer my love
come close
come closer my love
come close;

A veil is gently blowing
hiding and revealing
we wait
still skimming vacant dreams,

come closer my love
come close
come closer my love
come close;

Shades and flits
shades and flits
bated breath is prone to slips
don’t move an inch
don’t flinch
don’t move an inch
don’t
catch a glimpse
don’t move an inch
don’t blink.

come closer my love
come close
come closer my love
come close.

© Emma Calder

[ note: I originally published my ‘All Hallow Studies’ in October 2021 and, because I quite like them, thought they might be worth republishing this year. I hope…