FOR THIS WEEK'S Magpie Tales, Tess has presented us with this image...
THIS PLACE
I sleep a lot
in this limbo,
rise in ectoplasmic splendor,
at this place
of crowded gravestones.
I restrain myself
from frightening
a grieving mourner,
who weeps over
newly turned soil.
But mischief pulls me
to drape myself as smoke
across a granite memorial,
to form a cloudy
question mark.
With memory and yearning gone,
other wraiths, by habit,
rise with the moon,
to float on winter's air.
I stir, as if from a dream,
to wonder
what I'm doing here.
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21 comments:
An eerie real fiction poem. Wunnerful.
~p
8^)
Hi phil-
Good word, there...thank you so much!!
A slippery customer - love the black smoke question mark!
What an imaginative take on this week's prompt -- congrats.
Hi Isabel-
Thanks..the invisible have a voice!!
Hi Berowne-
Thank you..this plot needed thickening...!
I stir, as if from a dream,
to wonder
what I'm doing here.
Ha! I wonder how many "ghosts" wonder that very same thing!
Hi Margaret-
More than 50% wonder..the rest???
Thanks for your comment!!
nice...i might be temted to play a bit in that afterlife...and the wondering at why you are here is a fitting question as well for one in this situation..
"More than 50% wonder." : )
Poor ghosty. Made me sad.
Hi thingy-
Thank you for the lovely comment(ghosty says thanks, too).
Hi Brian-
Definitely play in the afterlife! Celebrate...and thanks for your comment!
Absolutely ... one of my favorites this week.
Very atmospheric and beautifully written!
Hi Helen-
Wow..that is just great...thank you so much!!
Hi Nicholas V.-
Really appreciate your comment..thanks!
A clever enjoyable write.
Anna :o]
Wow Lyn this is so captivatingly written....beautiful! :-)
Hi HyperCRYPTICal-
Thank you, Anna, I appreciate your comment...
Hi Carrie-
What a lovely thing to say...thank you!!
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