Haunted Photograph

****I was looking at an old photo and this is what I came up with. It is a little different from my usual.****
‘Joseph. Joseph! Oh dear Lord what is that girl doing?’
‘She doesn’t know we are here.’
Hushed voices.
Hissing.
Gasping.
Appalled.
Uncertain as to what they are viewing.
‘Why is she getting on her knees?’
‘Well that is….absolutely…..Joseph stop that.’
‘Jesus woman you didn’t have to elbow me so hard.’
‘She’s…..what is…..why….Rosie do you see….’
Head thrown back.
Whimpering.
Eyes rolling back.
Near death experience.
In flicker of moment
I saw them.
Staring
In disbelief
Horror
Indignation
Snapping me from pleasure
To sheer horror.
They had finally come for me.
In my family this photo travels
Due to spirits candor.
Home they had come
To roost with me.
Damnit it all
Now I will never get laid.
 
March 9/19

 

Untitled Word of the day Poem #24

Set back
my home
my prison
at the end of the road
watching 
every day
as live people walk by
shuffle by
run by
afraid of the voices calling.
Vicious
murderous
we rove through these grounds
reaching for the living
as they pass.
Signs of the cross
muttered prayers
crossing the road
flick the evil eye
all in attempt to stay saved
from this mealy yard.
Eyes vacant
lips creased in sneers
wandering this death spot
forever attached to this sin.
stones falling
rubble abounds.
Once this was a hospital.
Once a school.
Once an insane asylum.
Now blooded
blackened
ruins 
unsanctified ground
rovers we all be.
Murderous Fools.
Revenge on the lip
curse on the sky
forever tied to these broken bones.
Feb. 26/19

Spirits

Crimson lips
dipped in poison
whisper pious words.
Head bent forward
prayer of supplication
no need to fear.
Cross to bear
my own.
Hatred to shed
yours.
Unsure if I am able to go forward
without the abuse of your dead.
Walking amongst the forgotten
fingers trailing
whisping frost
disintergrating
from my warm touch.
Each spirit I stroke
echoes  a plea
‘let me go’.
I look to release them
from this plane.
Forgiveness is not required.
I see thickened strands
black shadows
acting as shackles
keeping them close to me.
With a single thought
I unlock each one
allowing the spirits to flee.
Sept. 7/18
Photo by Michael Weidner on Unsplash