In a window of blue
surrounded by rain.

A quiet spectre circles
between post and pond.

Twilight’s shadow
anoints white feathers.

Her keen eyes watch
for reed twitches.

Heartbeats drum
in grass and branch.

A dive and a crunch.
Blood runs to ground.

Shrieks break the silence.
I run along the flooded lane.

Fear, joy and water
in my boots.

3 thoughts on “Ghosts

  1. Robbie Burton

    Lovely. Very vivid images and quite eerie. I wonder if omitting ‘Her’ from beginning of stanza 4 might work? It confused me at first… of course now I see ‘her’ refers to the bird but on first reading I wondered who ‘her’ was, especially when ‘I’ appeared at the end.

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