A few thoughts on Halloween with liberal influence and borrowing from Edgar Allen Poe’s “The Raven”.
Darkness There and Nothing More
The Vespa moved through the forest, on through the gloom and past the dying ember of the summer, while we pondered weak and weary, this is it and nothing more.
Just a few miles from this spot stands the Eutaw House. Some folklore experts say Edgar Allen Poe spent the night on his way through the area and in that place inspired to write The Raven.
Dark and alone I strived to still my beating heart, was I hearing was it there, that tap, tap, tapping in the air.
Egg Hill Church
The silence was unbroken, no whispered word or echoed murmur, standing, listening but nevermore.
Some say this church is haunted though experts have debunked the story. Still, coming upon it as the day grows dim and the wind picks up it’s hard not to feel a chill run through me. For a moment I wished I had gone a different way.
On This Home by Horror Haunted
No raven was still sitting, nor speaking, tapping or shrieking nevermore.
Still, the graveyard outside the Egg Hill Church feels sad and lonely. Graves from the 1800s. Another from 2005. And I’m left wondering of this place that looks so out of place in this modern world, perhaps more at home on the cover of a Black Sabbath album. But the scooter swiftly moves along, the place sits silent as we go toward Halloween.
The Vespa flies from my soul and whispers softly “Nevermore”…
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So did you keep looking over your shoulder? Like Mr Riepe, your ability to paint a picture with words along with some borrowing of Mr Poe’s stuff, render quite the picture.
I stopped looking over my shoulder once I got out of the woods and on to a paved road.
Thanks for the kind words about my post, or as Mr. Riepe would refer to it, “to my drivel…”
I could live at a place like Egg Hill Church. Happy Halloween!
Not me. Would seem far too claustrophobic. I need to be in the open where I can see the horizon…
Yes, I know that church. Pretty neat when you’re out just riding around aimlessly and stumble upon it.
Only get worried when the Vespa mysteriously shuts down on its own. And you definitely need some fog…
Nicely written.
Where I come from, it’s more of an Ichabod Crane thing…just imagine the Headless Horseman on a Harley or something.
But I briefly joked about nicknaming my Vespa “Nevermore” (as opposed to Melody), but I was thinking of the reanimated raven-in-a-box from The Addams Family than I was of Poe, strictly speaking. I just don’t “do” Halloween much now, not even like I did as recently as five or so years ago. Not that I’ve come to dislike it – I just point my festive energies in a somewhat different direction nowadays.
When I see something similar to the isolated house of worship with the repository for
past lives lived wonder what was the reason for the construction of same. Obviously the structure has no physical connection to the outside world; I don’t see any electrical wires entering the structure for example.
That noted for all you know said structure was placed there for you to photograph with the Vespa, and when you left, the structure and stone orchard also disappeared. It is after the time of year for such activities to proliferate.
So what did you your wife and the digs do on All Hallows night? Do you have many trick or treaters to your door or has the population in Boalsburg matured to the point children are not seen or heard on such holidays?
Then too Steve, this time next year you might need some recreation and shall dress up in
some form of wild costume and ride the Vespa with a glowing jac ‘o lantern pumpkin glowing on the rear luggage rack as you drive through the town….
Was out with friends earlier in the evening; one had a skeleton in his Ural sidecar and yes a pumpkin alive and well on the rear luggage rack. And
no photographic device….darn.
These pictures seem perfect for the day. I love how the Vespa is in the background.
The Vespa is always in the picture. Sort of a mechanical “Where’s Waldo” thing.