Since Your Depart by Kristina Woodhill Oh, Ghost, what cemeteryanisms Can you impart Since your depart? I'll not worry you with endless Queries or quibble like a flapping quacker From my ground-bound benow. I wait with able open ear, Ready to eschew each lasting wisp Of whisper or belated wish from you; I've worn diamond glasses, gifted, You know the ones, Conjured for this occasion, Cutting through the smoke screening Nimble nimbi in which you mix, I peek-a-boo! I can tell you are all a-party To some vast ever last; I've blown up the moon balloon To let your perspective Gather its reflections, As I settle in, Back to stone, While you recount unburied tales And I feel your bony fingers trickle Up and down, down and up My thrumming, Drumming ribs! 10/03/2010 Author's Note: Chilling Creepy Competition entry Posted on 10/03/2010 Copyright © 2024 Kristina Woodhill Member Comments on this Poem Posted by George Hoerner on 10/03/10 at 07:58 PM See ya on some headstone lady. Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 12/13/10 at 01:16 PM this ode will endure beyond Rock of Ages, particularly the last two stanzas which are the fuses to light it all up. Return to the Previous Page   pathetic.org Version 7.3.2 May 2004 Terms and Conditions of Use 0 member(s) and 2 visitor(s) online All works Copyright © 2024 their respective authors. Page Generated In 0 Second(s)