Ghosts

as it is....

We are the first dead in this house

Books in dysfunctional piles; debris

Tins of old paint in the garage;

Airtight as the finish on bedroom doors;

A density of standing air, solemn

With the austerity of dried cornflowers,

Sour margarine on thin,grey bread,

Old gruel of past weekdays,gone,

Children`s laughter in a bottle;

Too late, too cold,now not part of it.

Reviews

[Coyote Song]

Your words do have a very chilling ghostly feel to them.
A new house with the first dead to rise within.

[Tina Kline]

Yes, this has a cold dead feel to it. Lives having already been lived.
And the ghosts haunting, the first of many more to come.
Very well written and creative.

[Beccy]

Extremely well written; the stark imagery brings those ghosts eerily to 'life'

Beccy.