standing just beyond my door
and no one saw but me
moon-like face so ghostly pale
and eyes a dead white sea
skin of alabaster stone
her wild hair untamed
shrouded in her burial clothes
she bade me ask her name
jaw unlocked, i spoke her name
she nodded at me twice
turned to ash and then to air
for that was naming’s price
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I like this tale, spooky and oh so sad
Thanks. It’s partially based on a dream I had when I was little. My grandma was watching me, and it was nap time. I swear I saw a woman with a round face, dressed in white, smiling at me outside my bedroom door. It must have been a dream because my grandma said it was her mother (who was dead) and no one ever talked about it later. Also, she was dressed in a plain robe like a monk from a California mission.
That’s astounding…I guess that is why your poem came out so real
For someone who dislikes rhymes, you really nailed it with this one. Right kind of subject matter too for this kind of story in a poem.
Thanks, Jane. I was lucky to get two stanzas out of it. I’m sure it’s all about practice.
It is. Two’s enough though, it’s being able to do it all that’s the test.
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I could hear the flow of the common meter when reading this.
I remember seeing my aunt after she died. I was an adult and it was around noon. What surprised me was that I was not particularly close to her and I had not seen her in over a decade.
I had never even met my great grandma. I’m pretty sure it was a dream, but part of me believes I saw a ghost.
Very well put together and a fascinating tale .
Thanks so much!
This is a bit Poeish – wonderful
Thanks! I love Poe.
Well done, Mr. Crow. (And quite a story about the dream of your great grandma.) I also thought of Poe. (It made me think of Annabelle Lee.)
Thank you so much. Well Poe is the master of the creepy poem, so I appreciate the comparison.
Wowsy! Chills and adsmiration from me π Hey! I saw a ghost, too, when I was about four years old. I think it was my great grandmother, and she was dressed in all black — sitting on a chair and watching us sleep. I may write about it, too, someday.
Thanks, Rose
You should write about it. I don’t know how old I was. No older than 6 I think. It’s one image that I’ve never forgotten.
I’ll write about it and link to your great work. I bet no one else has so much “adsmiration” for you as I do… I made up a new word! x0
I wonder what that extra s means? π
An extra “s” always comes in handy π
Ssssso handy.
Fartss and giggles!
Ssnakes and ladderss.
You winss!