I call upon the Rook to escort the virtuous dead away, for I cannot continue on this way. I leave...
each day out my door...
watched by cherubs,
I cross the moor.
She was lost in the bog by the sea and she calls for clean scrolls, quill, with no ink. She tells me her story each half moon, I think.
She wraps her tale tight with all its woes and lays it with hydrangea and rose. I cry to think of her sad and wan...
and that is why I beseech the Rook help her spirit be gone. No more stories of Bridget... Don't make me look... take her in peace dear, dear, Rook. This little ghost story, this little plea, written by me is in celebration of dear Vanessa's Halloween Blog Party! My painting below will show you where to go to find more spooks, sweets, and revelry. http://www.afancifultwist.typepad.com/ Thanks to Vanessa Valencia for hostessing this annual blog party where we can all meet so many bloggers, writers, artists, and new friends. Join the fun October 16th, 2010!!!
History~ the Rook is responsible for escorting the virtuous dead to Heaven in the old faery tales and folk stories.
Thanks to Jean Wyse at Windmill Antiques in Evansville, WI for the scroll and quill.
"Spooky" painting and ghosty story by Amy Sperry Faldet