Ghost FM

The radio booms on speakers

it’s enough to wake the dead

zombies re attach their heads

ghosts clammer for attention.

What’s this dissenting dismal story

breaking from the ordinary

it must be the radio news.

This towns a ghost town and we are out of sight

dead ravens take flight

like they have been reanimated by Edgar Allen Poe

the word nevermore repeated.

Disco lights dance in the dusty ghostly radio station studio

the presenter moves his skeletal hand

and slides the controls to the peak setting.

his voice a long forgotten recording

playing jingles old songs and adverts

for a town where no one is around…

Ghost stories

Rain falling on the decomposing leaves
cold autumn air breathed in warm lungs
the wind blows muttering ghost stories
into our ears.

Pumpkins carved into wickedly twisted smiles
we dress up for Halloween discos and parties with style
gathering sweets as we go
while the full moon glows

Bonfires built as we wait for the 5th of November 
when fireworks will explode and sparkle in the night sky
we remember the gun powder plot 
as we toast marshmallows on the bonfire.

Haunted spouse

In a house on a hill

there was a married couple

with woman who’s will was broken

domestic bliss

started out with one kiss

now she’s haunted by the ghost of how her life should’ve been

he said he wished they never met

he yearned for a life of adventure

he says he’s been held back

through the crack

In the wall of their house

She believes she can see the stars.

Her eyes puffy from tears

her heart putty to fears

which shape her into clay pot

of wasted memories and time

why didn’t she travel the world?

instead of having marrying him

though she doesn’t regret having two boys and a girl.

She’s a haunted spouse

who will one day haunt a house

with memories bitter sweet

and taste the the pain of defeat

of eyes that shouldn’t of met

his stare

she yearns for another man to hold her and care

love and life are both unfair

and don’t hold her gaze

she sits and smokes her life to ashes.

I hear the voice of a woman who I still love

The ghost who walks
In this lie
I look for an answer
An answer to why
Chained and changing
In this skin
Its weakness gives birth to pain within
The voice that haunts me it claims to be you
You start your conversation with “you hate me so much”
But I know if you did you
wouldn’t talk to me you’d be out of touch
You want my attention to claw at my skin
Love is hunger it aches within
I love you but that answer is thin
Hollow, the truth swallows all I say
I pray that you find me in a better day
Somewhere in the sun
For all the grey days
Pave the way
For eternity
and I couldn’t be without you this world.

A parents undying love (villanelle)

In the dark of evening
This is where I live, my tomb
Ghost light flickers, please keep believing!
I am sitting here, there is no leaving.
Stuck in the corner of this room
In the dark of evening.
Although in Nature’s glorious weaving
I have no shape, colour or bloom.
Ghost light flickers, please keep believing!
I am left with a heart full of caring
Trapped here in the gloom
ln the dark of evening.
My children and I are the only ones refusing
To accept my untimely doom
Ghost light flickers, please keep believing!
My children still are yet receiving
Love from me, beyond the tomb.
In the dark of evening
Ghost light flickers, please keep believing!