Haunted Tours
I once saw the Aurora Borealis
Tried to capture it, but it flitted away
Now I search for my faithful camera
Finding only incomplete equipment gifted me
In a misguided attempt to prepare for passage
I offer guided tours for your reading pleasure
Through secret corridors
Behind the walls of my childhood home
Where a colorless version of those Northern Lights
Flickers among apparitions that haunt here
5 comments:
Hey, thanks for stopping by my blog. Yeah, Sue's a trip. Bless her though for having faith in us, eh?
I like the imagery this poem invokes. Perfect for the upcoming spooky season.
Glad Steven paid attention and commented to you. I'm a trip eh? wonder if that's a good thing?
awsome stuff one day will really analyze your poetry to see why I can't do it - by the way if Steven ever posts poetry again pay attention he's really good
talk soon
Thanks for stopping by Steven. Ha, I didn't think about the time of year it was. For once I'm up with the times, even if by accident ;)
Thanks Sue. You do poetry just fine. Your muse is just taking you somewhere else right now.
It is a propos for the season. Excellent poem and image.
Greetings from Syracuse.
I start the long trek home soon.
Thanks Mary! I wasn't very happy with how it turned out; wasn't really trying for that Halloween effect, but it seems to have turned out that way anyway.
Hope you had a wonderful time in Syracuse :D
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