Midnight Mass is over and we are on our twenty-minute walk home. I love Easter, as there’s always a full moon and its silver light to see by as we walk along.
Its autumn and the evenings are not so cold as yet. Though it’s been a long summer and the days and evenings are warmer than we usually expect.
Shadows stretch across our path as the moon struggles to shed its light past the giant Morten Bay figs that grow along William Street. Grotesque figures are contained in those shadows and I wonder about the ghosts that lurk within them. I grasp my Aunt’s hand as with heads down we stride towards home where a cup of warm tea and the safety of my bed awaits.
silvery fingers
light the steps as we trudge home
rebirth awaits.
Written for: http://dversepoets.com/2016/03/14/haibun-monday-9/
Morpethroad 
I love those ghost shadows, especially.
Thank you De, appreciate you stopping by
Children can see so many things in shadows….they have such a wonderful imagination!
Thank you Mary they certainly do, I remember the time so well…
hand in hand. Such comfort beneath a full moon and after Mass. Beautiful and peaceful.
…even with the images she sees, she feels safe.
Yes indeed Margaret…thank you for stopping by and commenting , much appreciated.
I would be walking fast after midnight mass for that warm tea and bed ~ Love that silvery fingers light ~
Enjoyed your haibun Michael ~ Have a wonderful week ~
Thanks Grace and all the best to you this week…
silvery fingers… what a great image!
Thank you so much…..good topic to write on…
I love the image of holding Aunt’s hand as you navigate the shadows. How wonderful to have someone in your life who makes you feel safe. Lovely feel to this.
Thank you so much Steph…
Thank God for the moon. I’ve walked home at night wondering about those grotesque figures in the trees. Takes me back a while. I may close the blinds tonight.
Sorry Walter if my poem brought back some memories for you. Thanks for stopping by.
That was as a little boy, I think I watched too many scary movies
All sorts of things tend to come out after midnight, and children have such an eye.
They do and imagination. Thanks Magaly, have a good evening.
what a calming, hopeful write.
almost like a mini meditation.
love the haiku at the end as well.
and the accompanying art is a masterpiece.
i, too, always look for the ghosts in the shadows!
Thank you so much Stacey, I appreciate your comment….those ghosts are every where sometimes….have a good day…
When we are with ghosts and other creatures in the shadow, it’s such a comfort to have a calm hand to keep them at bay.. A wonderful feeling of nostalgia in your haibun Michael.
Thank you Bjorn as always I appreciate your thoughts on my work.
A gentle nostalgia that warmed me on a chilly morning. no sun today. I could do with the company of ghosts.
Thank you Kim, hope it provided some warmth.
…walking home from midnight mass, the small hand enfolded in the reassuring adult’s. Love this image. And so very true…..the moon can throw such shadows, especially from the naked trees…fingers indeed!
thank you lillian, under a full moon there are so many shadows, each with a potential story…have a lovely day..
beautiful piece, Michael.. love the dark imagery and the nostalgic tone
Thank you Lori, happy you liked this one. Have a great day..
My pleasure, Michael 🙂
Sweet and imaginative.
thank you so much for your comment..
A gentle walk enhanced but the eye of the moon to watch overhead! Perfect!
Thank you Walt I appreciate you stopping by.
I love that she was frightened but felt safe with her aunt – lovely piece
Thank you Trish, appreciate you stopping by…
What a lovely reminisce! I felt I was you for a little while.
Thank you Rosemary, glad to have you along, even if for a short time…have a good day…