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
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| 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.
