Ghost of a Girl in Green

She was a ghost of a girl in green

fair of skin and quiet demeanor

with a haunting stare and peaceful mien

sure to possess those who have seen her.

I felt her gaze with its depths unknown

peer out from under her long, dark hair.

She sat on the porch swing all alone

smoldering in dusk. I saw her there!

I felt the pang of tears in my throat

as dewdrops glimmered upon my cheek.

So quiet the moment, hushed, remote.

So many words, but I could not speak.

She didn’t move but moved right through me;

and black as ink, she covered my eyes.

She sunk her soul into my body,

drank my existence with thirsty cries.

Midnight passed into a jealous sun.

In a quiver of light, wet with tears,

morning wept, beautifully undone,

breathed in the ocean of bygone years.

I am wingless in a world of air.

I bloom in gardens that none can see.

I peer out from under long, dark hair,

a ghost of a girl in green - yes - me!

Author's Note

Reviews

[emipoemi]

Eerily brilliant! I can say nothing more.

[Writing Angel]

I love the reflection perspective great twist I loved it all great job

[Lyn Anderson]

Sometimes we feel faded -- ghostly -- and need to be coaxed out by that part of ourselves needing to be heard.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

i like this reflection...feels like the writer in her hovering, silent, waiting to speak...she just has to be summoned...by the girl herself...that part of her inside that needs to express.