October Frights: The Bells of St Brigit’s

The bells of St. Brigit’s are calling tonight,

The moonlight is sparkling over the sea,

The stars are shedding their magical light,

And my lover’s dead soul is calling to me.


The roses are breathing their passion filled scent,

The soft waves are hissing onto the sand,

The bells chimes are ringing an empty lament,

I feel the blessed touch of my lover’s cold hand.


Down the stone staircase and out to the sand,

Across the storm wreckage to the now quiet sea,

My lover steps slowly away from the land,

A final farewell and he’s now lost to me.

Starting off my contribution to October Frights Blog Hop with The Bells of St Brigit’s.  Check out what else is happening elsewhere!    http://www.inlinkz.com/new/view.php?id=797504

10 thoughts on “October Frights: The Bells of St Brigit’s

  1. I love this! It makes me think of my poem I included in The 13: Tales of Illusory, Soul Survivor. It’s about someone waiting for their lover to be returned to them from the sea.

    1. I am so glad it gave you good feelings about your husband. It must still be tough. Sending hugs and good vibes. Thank you for stopping by.

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