How is it that in this yet other house far from the old train lines wheels on track still echo through the windows and rumble through my mind?
Tag: ghosts
Echo.
As though the voices
were bounced back
hitting off
the hardwood floors
reverberating
through the common footings
up through the floorboards
and shooting in the zone
above the rooftops
in a radar’s sweeping arc.
Ghost, circa 1882.
Where to, miss?
the air whispered
the horses’ bells peeled by the winds
jingling, the horses ready to leave
I turned my neck a little
to see if they were there—
was I ready for a ride?
—but the driver had already turned away
leaving kicked-up dust
of moon-smoke in his wake.
Ghosts.
Their favourite game
is to run run run
up and down up and down
the hallway of the house
next-door.
Magical: Day One 