Like winter mist that rises, blurring the eye just as much as reality, letting shadows make shapes and stories in your minds, disquiet unsettling the illusion of power, senses heightened in fear of the unknown creeping up your spine, so the gateway between life and death breathes sometimes, inhaling wisps of heaven, smoking an ember from hell, letting out a sigh for the living sometime during Halloween.
cobweb portals trap
suspended drops of spirit
waiting between worlds
Mindfills by s.s. for
Colleen’s Tanka Tuesdays #200 – halloween week – the illusion of power
Frank Tassone at d’Verse hosting Haibun Monday – Halloween
Eugi’s weekly challenge prompt – bewitched