I’ve just had my first ghost story, “Beware the Ides of September,” published in The RavensPerch. I wrote the story back in the fall because I was feeling the loss of my dad, and I thought that writing a ghost story would be a way to see him again. The writing did not go as intended.
I submitted the completed story to The RavensPerch because of how much Elliott enjoyed writing his column for the Aroostook Episcopal Cluster newsletter. He titled it “From the Crow’s Nest,” referring to himself as le corbeau. Sadly, I never got the opportunity to ask him why.
Click on “From the Crow’s Nest” below to read my story.
Liz, I loved this! Your writing is absolutely gorgeous!!! I’m blown away.
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Thank you for your kind words, Zoe!
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Brings to mind my own parents and the things that were left unsaid before they died. Lovely work!
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Thank you, Shayne. I appreciate your reading and commenting.
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Congratulations on your publication! Losing a parent is a terrible right of passage that most us have or will endure. But they’re never really gone, are they?
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Thank you, Allen. My dad lives on in me; I am very much like him.
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Liz, I read your piece and left a comment over at http://www.theravensperch.com. It’s a beautifully written story that hit me hard because of the timing. I’m dealing with my own aging-father emotions, and reading this gave me a way to face the hodgepodge of feelings I’m experiencing. Thank you, and kudos.
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Thank you, Ranee. This was a very tough one to write. I’m sending you good thoughts about your aging father. Sometimes, all we can do is just love someone as he is.
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Hi, Ranee. Could you tell me where you left the comment at The RavensPerch? I’m not seeing it.
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Namaste Liz, how are you? 🙂
Tender, touching, evocative prose nestled between lines of love and loss: these pressing thoughts on a late summer’s breeze, a Raven flew through autumn’s trees, straining branches, stirring leaves, flutter stutter, passed memories.
The Ides of March at rest were gone,
When then September came along,
Le Corbeau sung his haunting song,
Words to close one last sermon.
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Brightest Blessings. Namaste 🙂
DN
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I’m fine, thank you, Dewan. Thank you for reading and commenting. I love your responding to the story in verse. It choked me up, in fact.
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Namaste Liz 🙂
A pleasure to read, thank you for airing and sharing your sentimental words.
Winter’s grey fades away,
Clear skies azure blue,
Buds and leaves adorn tall trees,
Lit by pearls of dew.
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In every way a beautiful day,
Just like the first day of Spring,
The Sun is out, without a doubt
New life shines from everything..
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Enjoy a wonderful afternoon 🙂
Namaste 🙂
DN
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I hope you’re describing the view out your window, Dewan. Here in New Hampshire, we ‘re stuck in the winter doldrums, cold and icy.
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Such a powerful piece and wonderfully written. I was dragged to the end and couldn’t stop reading, although it painfully reminded me of my own parents’ last months.
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Thank you, Becky.
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You’re so very welcome.
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I really enjoyed reading your beautiful and evocative story, Liz. How carefully you always called him “the spirit of my father.” Not quite the real thing, but your eternal impression of him. And the humor, too, of the flocks and gaggles of phone users crossing the street. Nice work. Congratulations!!
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Powerful, poignant story – I can see why they published it! Super-congratulations? … And thanks for having the courage to write it too.
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Thank you for your thoughtful comments, Eilene. They mean a lot.
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Thank you, Ann. The writing came with many tears.
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Congratulations, Liz. Such a beautiful story.
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Thank you, Ron.
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Congratulations, your blog has been included in INTERESTING BLOGS in FRIDAY FOSSICKING at
https://thatmomentintime-crissouli.blogspot.com/2019/02/friday-fossicking-15th-feb-2019.html
Thank you, Chris.
One of the most poignant and powerful portrayal of love for a parent that I have read. You depicted that presence I know I often feel about my parents also…I read it with memories trickling down my cheeks, happily though, as I felt the familiarity of their love.
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Thank you, Chris. I’m glad my story stirred loving memories of your parents.
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I enjoyed reading the story, Liz. It felt like something that could really happen.
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Thank you, Jon. I’m glad you enjoyed it.
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This is one place I visit when my urge to write sags . I am a huge fan of the inner life
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Thank you for reading and commenting!
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Liz! It’s wonderful, just wonderful. So powerful and rich. I caught myself shedding a tear or two as I lost my own father back in August, the ides of August to be honest. I really loved your story and will be thinking of it all day. 🌷
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Thank you, Suzanne. Your comments mean a lot. I’m so sorry to hear about your dad.
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Thank you Liz, on all counts 😊❤️
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Many congratulations on having your beautiful and poignant story published, Liz! It really touched my heart with every word you wrote. 😊
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Thank you for reading and commenting, Sarah. This one is particularly near and dear to my heart.
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Wonderful writing. Your personal touch gives the story a great emotional feeling.
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Thank you, Lucia. This story was more personal than most I write.
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Don’t we all think of being able to see them one last time. I enjoyed your story.
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Thank you, Jeanne. I’m glad that you liked the story. (I hate that’s he’s missed so much by not being with us.)
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The best ghost stories always are the ones that get away from us! Nice!
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Thank you, KC!
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