It is daylight
but they’re here
whispering platitudes
in my ear
Their spindly fingers
touching my hair
My spine tingles
hard to bear
I quicken steps
my heart to ease
but they hang tight
I feel the squeeze
Please be gone
please leave me now
go quench your thirsts
on another’s brow
No
Wait
be calm
Have some compassion
these touches they steal
are
their daily ration
“Ellecee”
Inspired by today’s prompt from
imaginary garden with real toads
Ooh! That is a ghostly image, followed by an empathetic conclusion. A very interesting narrative! :-)
ReplyDeleteYes interesting. Sympathy for the devil. The lines describing the fear and the touches are so very good!
ReplyDeleteOooh this is shivering-scary-good!! I have chills running down my spine. Thank you so much for writing to the prompt❤️
ReplyDeleteI love the final stanza. If only ghosts would visit me, I’d be happy to show them compassion.
ReplyDeleteOh, I was hoping they were muses or good ideas, but then I went back to read the title. So, who ya gonna call? Fun poem.
ReplyDeleteGhosts do cling and search us to see if they can find themselves in our memories.
ReplyDeleteOh, yes, the poor ghosts – when you think of it that way.
ReplyDeleteHmm.. well yes, ghosts too need a way to survive!
ReplyDeleteAw, what a compassionate ending!
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