lingering
spirits glue to these walls
they don’t like us here, in spaces
they once occupied
they reach out with cold hands
that go right through, raising voices
which never reach our ears
in the dead of night, they take over
the sofas and kitchens, attempting
to reclaim their rightful places
when the sun returns, they slink back
to the shadows, watching others
live out the lives they have lost
they don’t like us here, in spaces
they once occupied
they reach out with cold hands
that go right through, raising voices
which never reach our ears
in the dead of night, they take over
the sofas and kitchens, attempting
to reclaim their rightful places
when the sun returns, they slink back
to the shadows, watching others
live out the lives they have lost
- A little something for Halloween. dVerse Open Link Night#277
Very mystic, eerie, and so eloquently penned. Fantastic writing here, I always enjoy reading your work, dear poet.
ReplyDeleteThank you Lucy :)
DeleteSounds about right, Maria. Some places have that feel to them. A dark, resentful residue.
ReplyDeleteThanks for stopping by JadeLi
DeleteI love the title – I’ve had houseguests in the past, and they do glue to walls. Mine have been friendly and haven’t disturbed me too much. I would hope that some of them even like to have others in spaces they once occupied, looking after their homes. I like the idea that:
ReplyDelete‘in the dead of night, they take over
the sofas and kitchens, attempting
to reclaim their rightful places’
as long as I’m asleep.
Thanks for stopping by Kim. Good to hear that there are some "benevolent" houseguests out there.
DeleteGreat poetry .... going to take a second look at my furniture this morning!
ReplyDeleteThis reminds me of the movie 'The Others' - who are really the impostors, us or them?
ReplyDeleteThis is incredibly potent! Who knows what lurks in the corners ...
ReplyDeletei wonder where i will haunt when it is my time to do so? loved the poem
ReplyDeleteOh... I really like the light when the light returns.
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