This morning I want to share a poem that I wrote over the weekend. It was a dismal, rainy day on Sunday. And I was in that spooky movie/gothic mood. And so this poem was born. I hope some of you will like it.
Presence
The gray sky casts haunted shadows-
their spectral hands reaching out
through the dim light of 6:00 pm.
Ouija board flickers in a candlelit haze,
as spirits roam through dreary halls-
their dead hollow eyes probing the falling black.
Corners in the room become netherworld gateways;
while backward chants call to things beyond the veil.
Black Bowles of crystal water
reflect faces of those long departed-
the window glass shimmering with their unearthly form.
Demons swim between the carpet fibers
rising occasionally to seek an unprotected soul.
The rooms of this house,
no longer of the mortal realm...
Séance eroding barriers
between the living and the dead.
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