and now, for the Poetry Jam...
I heard a laugh, and turned.
A shadow like a ghost
faded hastily behind the edges of the laundry.
Sheets fluttering in the dying breeze.
Was it coming for me?
biding its time,
steeping me in anguish,
Or was it just the beer?
Final
5 months ago
10 comments:
Maybe it was coming for the beer!
Now that kind of thinking will keep me from turning off any of the lights in my house EVER :)
Oh dear, I went off in a similar direction as you ... like minds?
Your poem is dark and delicious.
The laundry ghosts strike again! It's fun watching people play with those words, since I used them with such seriousness myself. Thanks, NanU.
Also, I love your black beauty on the blog header. My little tortie is in my post, and they'd like each other, I think.
love the spookiness in it.
well done.
Dear NaNu: Loves your sweet kitty cat! What a doll! Looks so wise! YOur poem is really wonderful imaginative, so nostalgic and I believe it was the beer talking! Beer always seems to let go of some noise and thus does talk eventually! :)
More like the beer I say...ha..ha...fun post ~
Oh, I think it was the beer. Great write and save me a beer.
Melanie
Yes, laundry is best done when you're half cut. Seriously though, there's a lot in this short poem just beyond the edges..
Excellent build to that ending!
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