January 14, 2014

Little Visits


                   Not my best topic but I thought I'd try a supernatural theme.  I had fun with it anyhow!Can you see the little visitor in the picture...?

There's a tap on the door, that whisper again
as clear as the beam that emits
Drawing me ever so near to the edge
where me and herself often sits

Laughter awakens me,  barefooted steps
are chasing the violet scent
That follows me spirally up to the top
as the thrashes of waves circumvent

Ribbons attach to the railings around,
seaweed invites itself in
A brooch hops about with no help from a hand
and lullaby echoes begin

A touch to the forehead, shadows that flit,
a quickening hush of the waves
Things thrown from high in the lantern room,
brought back on the gentlest lave

The sea took a gemstone, all calmness and light
adopting a beautiful pearl
Who misjudged the rocks leading back from the tower 
a poor little slip of a girl

Such a beautiful haunting, the lighthouse agrees,
who'll believe it when he comes ashore?
The word of a Mariner heavily fuelled 
with a lost soul and whisky galore

So there around runs little Molly, 
with eyes of aquamarine
Saying  hello with her antics -
felt but yet still to be seen

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8 comments:

Optimistic Existentialist said...

Helena your poetry never ceases to amaze...

Berowne said...

Different and rather rare; well done.

Tess Kincaid said...

Haunting...lovely...

lalitalullaby said...

Gorgeous... :)

Karen S. said...

Tap...tap...tap, at my door, what a lovely, and mysterious piece indeed!

Mary said...

Love a spooky tale ...

Belva Rae Staples said...

Oh, this is a good one! I love a ghost story and I didn't notice the visitor until you pointed her out.

Lyn said...

I know a good ghost when I meet one...this is like a movie..so good...