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Thursday, March 10, 2011

Ghost moon

She came up
From the water
Came up
Like a ghost moon
And I
Stood ankle deep
In black mud
Like a lunatic
Drawn by that odd light to bury myself.

Her shoulders
Were bare
Such shoulders
So pale
And she
Rose from the water
Which ran down in beads
Falling
Like birds
Dropping
Dying
Sent back to the underworld with a shiver.

I kissed her
So eager
And she twisted my hair
Red
Curled
And long
In her fingers until I surrendered.

I said
"I am dying of you"
She was silent
But kissed me
Harder
Leeching the love from my bones
Shrugging
Laughing
To see me perish in the freeze of our union.

I came up
From dreams
Shaking
And swearing
To give up sleeping naked
And alone.
I gathered
My blankets
Rolling over and away
From the moon filled window
To see
There
In the darkness
Your wet skin
And dark eyes
Boldly staring back
At me.

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A ghost story for Thursday Think Tank

23 comments:

  1. Came up from the water, a Ghost Moon....nice ghost story...bkm

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  2. so its just naked and alone...?

    this was not scary at all...but then again i guess not all ghosts are...

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  3. Love how you've blurred the lines between sleep and wakefulness, fantasy and reality! Walking those lines makes life interesting...:)

    Lynette

    http://imaginationlane.blogspot.com/2011/02/my-first-microfiction-monday.html

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  4. Passionate sleeper, was it a dream or not? I like that she's there at the end, real or not. Very nice visuals in this one, Shay. :)

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  5. What a vision. You have true skill FB.

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  6. Vivid dream, here, Shay. Imagery is amazing.

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  7. haunting dream, well penned.
    :)

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  8. Those moments between dreaming and wakefulness - so eerie.

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  9. Ghosts or reflection of inner self ...

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  10. oooooh, how wonderful! Especially the "ghost moon"....and the water falling "like birds dropping" - oh my God! so good! "leeching the love from my bones" is brilliant. And then the waking, and the bold-eyed apparition. Fabulous poem, kiddo!

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  11. I love the ending. Very chilling.

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  12. "leeching the love from my bones"
    I can relate to that one.
    Chilling write.

    Pamela

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  13. Sleeping with ghosts makes for bad dreams. A perfect journey--from first line to last, one dark metaphor to the next, from the lunatic in the mud, to the dead birds dropping, to the moon embodied--a trip to somewhere/thing beautiful,dark and frightening you can't turn away from.

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  14. I loved how this ended, Shay...

    Your imagery is always so stellar - it unfolds like a beautiful fan.

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  15. Fireblossom,

    A wonderful surreal image from reading your words.
    Great atmospheric poem.

    Eileen

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  16. Oh yes, very sensual and sexy and deep and vulnerable ... all at the same time.

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  17. This is exquisite! My kinda ghost story. I especially adored the second stanza. *claps furiously* Bravo!

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  18. Oh. Shay. this is possibly one of the best things you have ever done and you girl, are awesome. I read that first stanza and immediately had to read it again and I read it like I was reading it out loud. I totally see this being spoken out loud on a stage.

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