Tuesday, July 29, 2014

Tuesday Poem: Ghosts

A reflection
of the past. A smudge
of light
A memory of fear

Hiding behind the wainscot,
in the cupboard,
under the fridge
on the stairs

And still,
it wasn't enough

Our ghosts didn't break the furniture,
wail through the night
Not a ghost, more a haunted Fred (Angel cosplay)
rattling chains

Our ghosts
leave that for the living.

A.J. Ponder

Hi, thanks for stopping by to read my poetry, I hope you enjoyed this week's spectral theme. For me, there's something very compelling about writing supernatural poems, to deal with bigger things. So I enjoyed "penning" this one. Not that a pen was involved at all, and I'm sure often isn't in the modern era.

Of course if you love poetry, why note check out the Tuesday Poem, for more poems new, and sometimes even old, here at the Tuesday Poem hub.
And lastly, not that this is really to do with the poem, just a random thought as I was tyring to think of a title - If ghosts are the things that haunt us, can we haunt them back? - 

Have a great week, 



  1. Oh I like how this creeps up on you. That's a cracker last line! As always, a pleasure stopping by to see what you're up to.

    1. Thank you Michelle, it's always fantastic to have you drop in. Great to see you blogging again - where did the time go?! Love the new piece - http://www.primenumbermagazine.com/Issue41_PrimeDecimals3.html#anchor_641

  2. It's a great closing couplet, almost like a powerful punchline to a joke.

    1. Thank you Ben, glad you liked it. Hmm, yes, a joke... very dark.