Happy Halloween from Ishaisms

Sea shanty Since Halloween is a time for the quirky and the shenanigans, I'm breaking a wordpress norm (I assume), and instead of my usual creepy poem, am posting this creepy little song I recorded last year. Happy Halloween, all! xo

Good nights

Oh my star crossed lovewhat about all the good nightsyet to be whispered? ©

Mrs. Chandelier

Mrs. Chandelier she was called in those partsshe hosted many a party for the elite folk in grand halls and boathouses and yatchstook pride in her looks and lots of photos Mrs. Chandelier was a socialite (no butterfly)confident, personable and a muse to many artists and painters who'd recreate her smile Her best friend- her…

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And she laments…

Listen to her lament in sepulchral tones by ivory moon glade upon the shy river; she cries for one whose heart is her home, and longs for the return of her sweet lover... The robin flits out of its crude, leafy domain, pausing a moment at the lamenter to gaze - a song so piquant,…

Passing through

This is a night for sad songs...a good cry, silences, melancholy. Wars have ended sooner, I sigh, sins overlooked, and leap years gone by. Not one, but ten thousand thousand suns risen and set; phases of the moon on a never-ending loop. Passing through. People have grown, birds from nests flown, smouldering dreams still smoulder…