haunting

Sunday, 19 October 2008, 23:18 | Category : poetry
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“a house is never still in darkness to those who listen intently”
~ J.M. Barrie

pacing the floor
old boards creaking under my shifting weight
these walls harbor no ghosts
no restless spirits with tasks undone
the only soul haunting this house tonight
is mine

echoes of memories
like the afterimage of a photograph
play out on the screen of my mind
the darkness and silence providing the perfect backdrop
setting a stark contrast to the colors, smells, sounds

the house settles itself with creaks and groans
80 year old bones
tired in their unceasing vigil providing shelter
to restless ghosts
and their memories

(inspiration from cafe writing’s halloween project)

.:{brokenpurplecrayon}:.

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