All Hallow’s Eve: The Wrap
We are gathered here to mourn the passing of October but also to revel in the warmth of autumn and the joy of sharing. It’s been a busy, crazy, exciting, delightful month of reading and conversing and musing. Even now, the last of the young-uns are streaking through the streets in pursuit of chocolate. Soon, all will be as quiet as the grave.
This year I think I maximized my otherworldly experiences. I participated in the group read of Afternoon of an Autocrat by Norah Lofts over at Goodreads. I participated in the group read of The Graveyard Book at Stainless Steel Droppings and joined R.I.P. by reviewing five paranormal books: The Winter Ghosts, The Night Strangers, The Graveyard Book, The Lovely Bones, Afternoon of an Autocrat. I even imbibed physical peril on the San Francisco Ghost Hunt. Phew!
And thanks for joining me along the way! I appreciate the company, especially on those chilly, spooky nights.
At last, I so enjoyed Lynn’s take on the graveyard assignment over at Lynn’s Book Blog in which she showcased graveyard poets, that I thought I’d do the same as my final grave thought on the passing of October. My poet of choice is Emily Dickinson, a Victorian recluse with her finger on the pulse of, er, death. Here is one of my all time favorite poems.
The grave my little cottage is,
Where, keeping house for thee,
I make my parlor orderly,
And lay the marble tea,
For two divided, briefly,
A cycle, it may be,
‘Till everlasting life unite
In strong society.
This poem contains everything I need to close out a perfect month: a homey grave, a lovely tea party, and eternal love.
Sigh. I am content. Until next year.
4 thoughts on “All Hallow’s Eve: The Wrap”
Great poem to close out the month! Wow, perfect!
I’m so glad you had fun with R.I.P. and appreciate your participation in the group read and other discussions. Thank you so very much.
It is sad to bid the Halloween season goodbye, and with it R.I.P. VII. It all went by far too quickly as is usual with time, mores the pity. But I enjoyed it and you are very much a part of the reason I did!
Yes, Carl, it really is one of my all-time favorite poems. Just shows how into death I am!
R.I.P. was so great this year as in years past. I know I will spend time in the weeks to come trolling through all the entries.
Till next year!
Sounds like you definitely imbibed plenty of peril! Dickinson’s grave look so serene…where is it located?
Hi Cheryl,
Yep, the imbibing was good this year. Now that the rush is over, I’m going to hunt through Carl’s site for future reading treasures.
The marble interior on this post does not actually belong to Emily Dickinson. It comes from the Ghirardelli mausoleum in Mountain View Cemetery. I included it because the marble fruit bowl and clean, white room seemed like a good place for marble tea.