(source to be attibuted once known)
She understood that ghosts who passed in hallways
Must haunt alone,
So with intent she went,
Gliding down long corridors so lonesome,
Shrilling to who’d listen of lives spent.
Misunderstood, by sound, she shrieked of lost loves,
Of winsome days
She thought would never end,
She banshee’d to the ears of any,
Bewailed the curse of death that none can mend.
On and on she floated length and breadth there,
Restricted by no walls,
She couldn’t see
That life went on around her while she wailed it.
Of other ghost departed? He was free.
Free to sit in lounge chair by a fire,
Warming toes long cold
But pleasured yet
In memories he mulled, eternal leisure,
Reliving with fresh relish, no regrets.
New residents abiding could not fathom
Chill in air, untranslated weeping,
While heat ensued from room where no logs burned,
Restive and relaxed, by turns, they reckoned
That house was haunted, but they learned
To stay among the ghosts, whose grim reminders,
Chilled and warmed
The lives that they still led,
Kept to loving chambers warmly favoured
Veered from vestigial, the more than six feet dead.
Alas, poor love, she never got the memo,
Rarely entered heated rooms
While still alive,
Someone should have saved her ‘ere her passing,
Some ghost or breathing entity of life.
If you meet this spectre in life passing
Be sure to point the way
To other rooms,
Some there are appointed of all life’s warmth,
Pass it on, in death as in life groomed.
No idea where this came from. Summer sunshine? I knew I would be back to rhyming before the day was out. Apparently, I can’t resist. Nor little stories in my mind as they pop in. Ah, well. Back to the sunshine. And life. 🙂
I love this – so highly imaginative – perhaps the result of dining too late on haggis
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You’re prescient! Try Balmoral Chicken. Right enough, at the time of writing the poem, I hadn’t broken my fast yet but it was worth it. Not for the poem but the meal was fab. And served. Cannae whack it! 🙂
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love this dip into the dark and now back into the sunshine with you _
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And we’ve just walked home in the rain, Beth. Bummer! I’ll just have a hauf to recapture sunlight. 😉
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Must be all that Vitamin D from the sunshine momus. A big hit like that has sent you a little ‘rhyming’ 🙂
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Wasn’t big enough of a hit, Mark but the sun does pickle my brain a bit. 🙂
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Full of intrigue and mystery. As you say, a mini story captured in verse.
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Thanks, Chris. Brain was on the boil briefly. 😉
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I LOVE this!!
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Thank you, Dell. 🙂
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Welcome.
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I think you already know I love this. 🙂
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Thanks, Daniel. 🙂
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