I hung you
from the rafters
in the corner by the door,
the flower
all fine and false
that you thought I would adore,
but your hand
was all I wanted
and your kiss to keep the most,
but I was dead
and you were living
and you said you wouldn’t
kiss a ghost.
All words and photographs by Damien B. Donnelly
Inspired by a Twitter prompt “Ghost” from #Micropoetry
merrildsmith
It makes me think of an old ballad.
(Interesting take on the prompt!)
Jane Dougherty
She moved through the fair…with flowers. Gave me the shivers.