Spirits of the Dead: A Poem by Edgar Allan Poe

What's the Halloween season without a selection from the original Master of Horror, Edgar Allan Poe?  His poem, Spirits of the Dead, was originally published in 1827, yet it still remains just as creepy and beautiful today as it did back then. Enjoy the poem for what it is...but if you'd like a closer analysis of its meaning, check out this site, Like Paper and Pencil.  Happy Haunting, everyone.  

Three Ghostesses

Inspiration for my blog comes from a variety of places, some of which probably wouldn't normally strike you as a source for ghostly fodder. For example, today's blog is just a simple little poem.  It's an old English nursery rhyme that I found included in my son's book, A Treasury of Mother Goose, illustrated by Hilda Offen.  The poem itself is credited to an anonymous author, but there are plenty of wonderful illustrations for it out there! I chose the one to your left as my personal favorite.

THREE GHOSTESSES

Three little ghostesses,
Sitting on postesses,
Eating buttered toastesses,
Greasing their fistesses,
Up to their wristesses.
Oh, what beastesses
To make such feastesses!