Poetry Blogs (ghosts)
In the lonesome backwoods behind our vintage house
We buried our souls deep just to have ghosts around.
But phantoms, they startle, howl, scream and weep
Way past their bedtimes because the night doesn’t seep
Into their cavities where they safeguard our souls,
Slick with the glossiest sweats; caskets of gold.
And that’s what they’ll ever be-
Friday 12th February 2021 11:12 am
the future has ghosts too
queuing up just waiting
we give them substance
by living dying mating
sometimes you get hints
they call it premonitions
or that indefinable frisson
whatever the definitions
clairvoyant at the seaside
read my palm for sixpence
said I'd wed a gyspy, who
did have a second sense
lit me with superstitions
she could read my ...
Saturday 30th January 2021 10:45 am