You stand atop the stair
A chill presence
I often feel you there
Music, you love
The piano you played
In a lonely room
With chill fingers
Did you know this house?
Or live here
Before the time
Of terraces and maisonettes?
I hear you at night
Unexplained Sounds
in the corner of a room
There is Warmth within the chill
Lady of our home
Thank you for
Watching over us…
Ooh . . . a ghost? I’m glad she’s looking out for you. 😯
That has to be the assumption – she certainly hasn’t done anything untoward 🙂
sounds like a friendly ghost in your lovely poem …. but why is she there martin? i guess living in a big old city means there have been many unhappy deaths where spirits remain present instead of moving on with their journey … maybe you will know what it is she is waiting for … or perhaps it is just to look after you 🙂
Hi Christine – I’m afraid we don’t have any answers. I only know that She is a She because my mother saw her once – I have never seen her. I did hear a couple of notes from our piano once which remain unexplained – hence the reference to music.
Lovely wrriten!
Thank you Julianne 🙂
Hauntingly powerful, Martin!
You are a man of so many talents!
🙂
Thanks Bob 🙂
I love the poetry as well as the very idea of a presence in the home. Vey nice! Debra
Thank you Debra 🙂
Creepy…
Thanks Tony 🙂
Powerfully written. Very creative. Glad to meet the poetic side of yours. 🙂 Just beautiful poem.
Thanks Arindam – personal experience helps to create powerful writing 🙂
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