Poems on the theme of Twisted... please vote on your favourite...

Hi! I entered a poem for Uvi Poznansky's competition - the theme is twisted - and she posted it. I made it up especially. It's about the ghosts of memory and madness. 

There are 20 entries and today is the day of voting. I wrote a new poem on her theme of twisted. If you fancy, head over for a read and to vote on your favourite. Cheers :)
http://uviart.blogspot.co.uk/p/contest_5.html

I love the way Uvi mixes her art and writing. Her website is lovely if you haven't seen it. 
http://uviart.blogspot.co.uk/p/entries.html

Here is my entry -

These twisted paths we tread

She slides between these walls

one foot, two feet, a hand and two

this is the space in which she lives

breathes, empties all that she is

she knows, where the eye seeks to spy

through circles drilled into the walls

the hidden, they watch, scratching idly

starving for love, the thing she lost

the ones she forgot were left behind 

they hide now like ghosts in the leaves

rustling they leap upon the breeze

echoes of the past haunting mirrors

the scribe knows, he laughs sometimes

knowing all the things he does

it only makes him fail, too self-absorbed

to comprehend what she really is

the ghosts they circle inside these walls

pushing their fingers through the paper

seeking to caress the curls of her hair

twisting, she knows they linger

inside, watching where the beetle runs

trailing all his miniscule unlived lives 

between the pages of a book unseen

she lived it, breathed it, all that ripples

thus she dances here alone, casting

rainbow dust upon the bleakest grey 

the steel that rusts in crusts of red

rosebud offerings to the elements

laughter so raw covers an ache so deep

like a monster it yearns to spring

inside, where the waiting ends

inside, where the spiral grows

there’s a twist in the passage that eels

a malevolent darkness screams 

opening the chasm that yawns awake

stealing tomorrow for its own sake

it twists, but nothing can touch her,

lost as she is in the echoes of her past

copyright Vickie Johnstone