My ghost has a ghost, that’s what she told me,
who follows her, just like she follows me,
and when no-one’s around they whisper,
share secrets and nonsense together.
She told me that her ghost said the very
same thing—her ghost has a ghost of his own,
always trailing along behind him.
I wonder how many ghosts there might be,
in the chain of phantom companions.
artwork
Sky reflected in George’s River, bough reflected in water.
Very nice. I like it.
Thanks Chris. Spur of the moment–supposed to be doing that thing that people do. What’s it called again? That’s right ‘work.’
I like this poem a lot. I was wondering why it was posted as non-fiction?
Glad you enjoyed it, Inese. I checked out the non-fiction and didn’t find it, but I found another post that shouldn’t have been there, and fixed it: my mistake with the tag. WordPress does a lot of strange things so anything is possible.
I was reminded that, as well as not sending any work to publishers, I have a number of non-fiction pieces that I haven’t completed. Unfortunately, like the ghosts, I am falling further and further behind with WordPress. 👻