Sorry, I haven't been online. My brother n' family came by for a visit, all the way from Maine. They kept calling me, we are in VA. Where are you? They wouldn't say. I receive this phone call. Do you have a boat in your yard? "Yes" windchimes? "Yes" a slate plaque of a beagle? "No". This looks like your house, we are in the yard honking. I looked out my window. "No, you're not". They were on the next street. I ran out of the house and told them how to find me. So funny, I wonder what the neighbors thought! lol They came down to go to see his son graduation from Marine bootcamp. Congrats Dana; OORAH!
Yes, I am late for Think Tank Thursday; Poets United decided prompt #39 would be ghosts. There are a lot of ways to approach this. Have I seen a ghost, "No"; I have felt a strong presence and smelled strong perfume. My Mom has lights go on and off at her home and when we hit the stairs, to go to bed,sometimes the TV would come back on, all by itself. It did freak me out a bit, I would just yell, "Dad, cut it out". My father passed away thirty-one years ago. I can sometimes smell his apple spice pipe tobacco, so strong, it literally feels like he shoved my nose in the pouch, he use to carry it in.
Midnight sky shadows the pale moon's light
Quicksilver fog dances low in the bay's harbor
Muffled voices whisper in the cold, salty sea spray
On the gray time worn wharf, watching the sea
Half dreams, make shift memories arrive
Neglected souls, lost at sea, limbo life
Captain's home, skeleton key opens portal
All that remains are faded photos of him
Death's stench in stale air
Gray Travertine particles fall
Settling in the crevices of the old plank floor
Hidden things with fur, crawl and lurk in dark corners
Fractured fragments arrive in long, dark shadows
Thick cobwebs like cheesecloth with sepia dust
Encase wrought iron barred windows
Frail light filters through stained gold glass
Curtains move, cascading orb dances past
Frigid cold vapor comes from my lungs
Pale skinned bony fingers, touch my arm
I awake in my bed, sky blue comforter and cloud pillows
TV is on
It was just a nightmare...
Encase wrought iron barred windows
Frail light filters through stained gold glass
Curtains move, cascading orb dances past
Frigid cold vapor comes from my lungs
Pale skinned bony fingers, touch my arm
I awake in my bed, sky blue comforter and cloud pillows
TV is on
It was just a nightmare...
Comments
Have a wonderful week-end.
Yvonne.
How scary!!
I feel shivery after reading. You have certainly painted a ghostly image with your words.
Best wishes, Eileen
Love your header, by the way!
Lynette
Imagination Lane
Pamela
It means a lot~
Pamela-Thank you, I may work on it and make it a story. I am related to a sea captain in Searsport, Maine. His ship was lost at sea, his wife had polio and struggled to walk. He left her with 3 kids, a girl and twin boys.
Dez-I so agree, but no one in my home smokes!
Movies Mind-Thank you; I will be by to visit you soon~
Stephen-It is odd,something during our day reminds us. It ends up haunting us again in our dreams!~
Lolamouse-I didn't mean to scare; Thanks for visiting me, I will stop by. Don't be timid I don't usually scare people or do I?!
Thanks Hilary-I can tease them a long time, with this story! I need to go check out this plaque. I have been by the house, but not close enough to see the details of the plaque. My brother n' SIL think I need to go make friends with them. lol
Lynette-Thank you; I thought your take was rather cool, that photo...really lead one's mind to wander!!!
Madeleine Begun Kane-I didn't really dream it, but I grew up in a Sea Captain's town, lots of history. http://www.penobscotmarinemuseum.org/
Glad you liked it~
Sherry-We had a seance when I was home. Dad didn't appear, but my Mom wouldn't participate. We blame her for Dad not appearing. It was all n' fun...we still laugh about it, but strange things do happen in her house.
Nutshell-Love your name, too cute! Nice to meet you! My Great Aunt was married to a sea captain and waited for his return. He was lost at sea. My father was named after him, Earle so I went that route. I will visit you soon~
Leigh-Thanks for coming by...yeah, needed to stir up some dust! Can't have ghosts without it, right?! lol 555 xXx
Thank you Bossy Betty; I love your name~Thanks I walked my street looking for signs of spring!
Eileen-Thank you; YOU must have some wonderful ghost tales in your heritage!
Susan-Yes, I am related to some pranksters, for sure! Thanks for visiting me~
Yvonne-Thank you that is what I intended. When I go home, I will have to take some pics of some of the oddities. My Mom house has an old stained glass window, a secret hinged step in her staircase to hide things...it is kind of spooky!