leaning against the window
the lady in white flowing gown
tilts her head
flashes a saccharine smile
beckons me over
with a wave of her hand
sunlight seeps through her
the clock ticks to warn
my bones chill
the floating presence recedes
with my naked eyes
i see her
a spirit
Brr! But a nice distillation of the scene.
ReplyDeletenice...love how the sunlight flows through her...and that is our first clue that she is a spirit....pretty cool take on the prompt....adding an element of the unseen...
ReplyDeleteIt's the sort of room that spirits might inhabit - nice one.
ReplyDeleteThe picture today is all about spirits and memories, lingering inside. I love that yours is bathed in the warmth of the 'seeping sunlight'. Your poem is beautifully constructed, Jeannette. I love it and I thank you for sharing it!!
ReplyDeleteBeautiful.
ReplyDeleteGreat interpretation. I liked this part: "sunlight seeps through her / the clock ticks to warn"
ReplyDeleteoh i like the ghostly presence...wonderful...x
ReplyDeleteChilling and lovely...
ReplyDeleteAh! Now I see her too :)
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ReplyDeleteThis does look like a room that would welcome a ghost or two ..
Defidnitely something ghostly about this room. Very nice indeed. Thank you.
ReplyDeleteOh well done - does look a room that spirits would inhabit.
ReplyDeleteAnna :o]
I felt that way about that room as well....beautiful writing Jeannette! Certainly there is a presence there in memory and eye. :-)
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