The ghosts danced across the road,
Barely perceived except the occasional shimmering glint,
Caught in my headlights.
They flitted across the corners of my vision,
Only visible when I wasn’t looking for them,
And didn’t want to see them.
They surrounded my car, a swirling mass of shouting voices,
Rocking my frame, lashing against the windshield,
And then vanishing into the darkness.
Their howls and moans rising and falling,
Their swarms attacking in waves,
Their terror never fading.
The ghosts had other motorists to haunt,
As they flew loose and free about the world,
Driven by the wind.
I hate the wind…
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And for some reason reading this all I could picture were leaves…a lot of leaves. Love it!
More like tumbleweeds at this point, but there were some leaves swirling about this morning too.
I was thinking of “The Mummy” and the sand monsters.
The sand monsters are pretty cool. And it was blowing sand that was glinting in my headlights… so, it works.
Yay! I’m glad they blew away though! Oh and now we have an extreme wind again!
More wind?
*poof* Just like that?
yep is really quite violent out there right now. Pretty normal up here.
Again… why are you there?!?! I know, I know, it’s only temporary, but…
yes hopefully temporary. 😀 We’re obligated to keep the house for another two years. You know those pesky banks and all..
I’m somewhat familiar with those pesky banks, yes. 😉
I thought so ha!
Um, what are you saying?
Who isn’t tied to the bank in some way? lol
Gypsies?
True, maybe that’s what we should become, or are Jester’s already Gypsies?
That’s a trade secret, I can’t disclose that information to non-jesters.
I always wanted to be a gypsy. Or a nomad. Or a hermit.
I thought I was an honorary Jester! lol
I can understand why you’d want to be. 😉
You are an honorary Jester…? That doesn’t sound familiar. What’s the secret handshake?
Oh yes I am. The handshake is this, then this and then this and this.
Hmm…
It was actually a trick question. We don’t have a handshake…
Right did you actually see me explain? If there was one and I had, then it would have no longer been secret
Sneaky, but well played. You must be a jester. Okay, the truth is… I forgot what we were talking about.
Jester’s have to be smart and sneaky. They also need to remember what we were talking about which was, being a Gypsy
Are Jesters and Gyspies bascially the same thing?
The answer is no.
I know, right? Didn’t see that one coming. Gypsies get to travel and have the freedom to choose how and what they want to do with their lives. Jesters are assigned to a court and stuck there forever.
Well that’s not fun
It can be. Depends on the court.
I’ll give you that
Hooray! I like gifts!
yes oh great Jester!
OoO, great Jester? I like it.
I thought you might O Great Jester
*giggles* Do go on….
that should be crowned
Enh… they’re heavy, and I’ve never looked good with hats on…
a robe?
OoO, a cape?
Would you like red, gold, black or purple?
Purple is the color of royalty, so blue.
with a little purple in it?!
Blue and purple do go together fairly well, so, no.
So do I. My windows growing up would…howl and moan.
My current windows still do. And they leak. I can feel the air streaming through at the edges.
Time to spend the money and get them replaced…
Yeah, darn those howls and moans!! *shakesfist*
Sleeping was hard enough already without them!
Loved this. Thought of wind right away. I love the wind and sometimes wish it would take me away to join the ghosts.
A nice cooling afternoon breeze on a hot summer day.
A lovely mountain squall that whips through and brings an awesome thunderstorm.
Those are the only times I like “wind.”
Hot wind. Blowing sand in my face. Scorching and shredding as it goes… No thanks.
Yeah, that would stink. We get the ice pellets, here.
That sounds equally terrible.
Your piece reminds me of a ghost story about ‘Resurrection Mary’.
Nice. 😀
Thanks.
Quite lovely imagery. Wind driven dust on a lonely stretch of road was my immediate mental image.
That’s exactly what it was… dust blowing off the empty fields.
The wind blows…
It does, yes.
Hard.
Long.
Um… what are we talking about again?
Something….um…this blows.
Today is much nicer though. So, it’s all okay.
I suppose…
What? What’s the problem now?
I’m at work!
Me too.
And I’m so busy I haven’t gotten to read a single post or write anything yet today. Crazy!
The audacity of some of these supervisors….
I know. How rude.
I saw paper bags for some reason. Brown crinkled ones, in a tunnel spinning around your car.
Haven’t had that happen with paper bags, but have had it happen with plastic bags on really windy days.
I misread
“I hate the wind…”
as
“I have the wind…”
That’s a different poem entirely, isn’t it?
Yes, a children’s poem possibly…
Could be pretty good.
I hate the wind too but instead of writing poetry I hide under the bed 😀
Alas, there is not enough room under the bed for me anymore, so I took poetry as the best of my available options. 😉
I owe you an email or two and a post…
I had hoped to do the post this week, but work was crazy and I’ve been fighting a bug of some sort and didn’t get to spend as much time writing as I wanted. So, now I’m hoping to get it up next week.
We get lazy winds here. They’re lazy because they’re strong and they’re trying to go through you (and buildings, and anything solid) rather than going around.
Lazy winds! I love that description. Yes, I had those where I grew up. I don’t get them as much where I live currently, but I can tell the wind is thinking about being lazy sometimes. It aspires to laziness.