Of Faded Ghosts

I can’t look at this image without thinking of deliciously cackly dances in wild woods. Alas, I can’t ask the creator of the piece about it, since I couldn’t find her name.
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“Of Faded Ghosts”

Ghosts shall fade and pass,
he says. And I laugh, madly
and wicked, knowing that
every ghost (thought faded)
dances to cackles

in the mountains of the lost—

just because you fail
to hear the world, darlin’,
it doesn’t mean the world
(hungry eyes and sharp teeth)
doesn’t sing

about the taste of your bones.

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the wee notes…
– Linked to Prompt Nights (Tomorrow, when the sun will rise, who knows what the tide could bring). Sanaa invited us to find inspiration in “Song”, by Muriel Rukeyser. I borrowed “ghosts shall fade and pass” and “in the mountains of the lost”, and got inspired.
– Linked to the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads (Play It Again!), Flash 55 PLUS!

47 thoughts on “Of Faded Ghosts

  1. This is very well done in 55 words.. You expand upon the theme with an excellent use of phrasing. I love the added depth the words in parenthesis give to the whole.

  2. Whistles!!❤️💜 This is an absolutely awe-inspiring write, Magaly 😀 I love how you took those lines and made your own dark and delicious verse! Especially love; “just because you fail to hear the world, darlin’, it doesn’t mean the world doesn’t sing” Beautifully executed! Thank you so much for participating at Prompt Nights and for your constant love and support ❤️💜

    Lots of love,
    Sanaa

  3. knowing that
    every ghost (thought faded)
    dances to cackles

    No wonder one hears of such tales. Supposedly there were shrill wailings and eerie sounds in haunted houses. So they were dancing?

    Hank

  4. oh I love this:

    just because you fail
    to hear the world, darlin’,
    it doesn’t mean the world
    (hungry eyes and sharp teeth)
    doesn’t sing

    about the taste of your bones.

    Great use of those particular lyrics to birth a new interpretation. Everything sings its own song if one listens hard enough for it (though perhaps better not to hear some… haha). nice

  5. I get the feeling that the photo is a vintage one, and not just because it’s in black-and-white. It reminds me of the kinds of photos that Natalie Barnes and her gang of lesbo friends used to take in the 1920s in Paris.

  6. I’m gradually getting into blogging again, so haven’t been around to visit you in a while…

    Oh my, am I glad I have! You’ve managed to create the perfect culinary delight of words to accompany such a delicious image. ♥

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