Hello friends,
Three ghostly poems this week. Enjoy!
GHOST STORY (Anagram-Haiku)
I find your strange ghost
out in the fog, in dry grass —
Grief haunts dying roots.
GHOSTS (Abecedarian)
A bedroom
candle dims.
Each flicker
gradually halves
its jewel,
killing light.
Murky night
obliges phantoms,
quietly revealing spirits.
They unravel —
veiled with xenogenesis;
yearning zealously.
THE PORTRAIT (Sonnet)
Her portrait seemed contorted by the night:
Her languid smile had straightened to a frown.
Her locks — by daylight, braids of blonde and brown —
had thinned within the frame and fallen white.
To banish the illusion, kill the blight —
to remedy the lady in the gown
and see her form restored to its renown,
I dove beneath the sheets, to wait till light.
Alas, I couldn’t help but glance again —
and saw, once more, a visage not the same:
A pallid mask, with eyes of dreamless dread.
I turned away, but not for long: In vain,
I shot back, to behold an empty frame —
and something’s shadow passing by my bed.