Falling for Fall


Whimsical Wednesday with Arlinda

While I love the summer most of all, I sure am glad it’s already fall! With pies, pumpkin spiced everything, candy, and Halloween just around the corner, who wouldn’t be excited for fall?

Every year, I watch movies and read poems, short stories, and novels with the hopes of finding one that is truly terrifying. It’s October, and I’m looking forward to stumbling upon a horrifying tale to inspire my Halloween costume this year.

Whether it is October, or not, Christina Rossetti’s poems never fail to send chills down my spine. Her poems often mix aspects of fantasy in with realistic objects or situations. Rossetti’s poems use elements of fantasy to project moral dilemmas to readers, like in her poem “Goblin Market.” Another one of my favorite Rossetti poems is “One Sea-Side Grave.” While it is not as chill inducing as “Goblin Market,” this poem paints an eerie image in my mind whenever I read it. In the poem, the speaker states, “unmindful of the roses / unmindful of the thorn / a reaper tired reposes / among his gathered corn: / so might I, till the morn.” When I read these lines, I can imagine the silence of a cornfield late on an October night. The speaker continues to state, “cold as the cold Decembers / past as the days that set / while only one remembers / and all the rest forget– / but one remembers yet.” These lines make me wonder what has been forgotten and why? Who is the person that still remembers and why are they the only ones? What happened to everyone else?

It is poems like Christina Rossetti’s “One Sea-Side Grave” that help me get into the spirit of Halloween and cause me to have an even greater appreciation for the creative genius that can be inspired by the fall.

As Obscura’s horror themed writing contest is coming up soon, I cannot wait to read the submissions! I am excited to see what scary stories and poems the Obscura contestants create! It’s an opportunity to share your voice, your imagination, and your literary brilliance.

Until next week, Obscurians!

~Arlinda Mulosmanaj