Thursday, 19 September 2013

A Poem a Day (40): Echoes

Last night I laid down in bed and started thinking about spooky things, like ghosts in the mirror, as I peeked in the dark - you know when you think you see things, but nothing is there? I hope! 
So then I had to get up and get my notebook, 
and I wrote 9 poems. This is the first of them. 

Happy reading & writing to you! :) Cheers.


Sweeping like ghosts
Echoes of the scenery
A past life
It rubs against the light
Stealing sanity
Imagining a little time
Feeling nothing
Having lived it all

Into the spaces
Hidden in between
Rumours murmur
Beyond this endless room
Of dark and light
The image disperses
Drifts away
On an icy breeze

Playing games
It flies past the door
So pitch, bereft
Black stealing the light
It sighs without a breath
Stealing away
And it aches so
Knowing this is no more

This flickering candle
Bleeds silken wax
Upon the floor
And I cannot touch it

Copyright Vickie Johnstone

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