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

...shivering

on the stairs

And still,

it wasn't enough

Our ghosts didn't break the furniture,

or

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, and want to see more from me, please support me and my next poetry book on ko-fi

 

And lastly, not that this is really to do with the poem, just a random thought as I was trying to think of a title - If ghosts are the things that haunt us, can we haunt them back? - 

Have a great week, 

A.J.