Haunted
Apparitions by Denise Felt
Who's Haunted?
Ever since she was a young girl, Denise Felt had always been intrigued by the very thought of ghosts. Not that she ever wanted to meet one, mind you. But the thought of it was exciting. Please enjoy this sampling of her Haunted poems.
For the complete volume of Haunted poems, please contact Denise at: [email protected]
Cost: $10
Haunted
Why does his spirit wander
the corridors of our home,
making my grieving stronger
knowing we're both alone?
Walking the Dog
As I slowed near
the old Olsen place
a shroud of white
flitted past an attic
window,
and mortality
bit my heart.
Living in a Haunted House
Who are they really
these ghosts who stray
in and out
throughout
my day
and why
do I let them stay?
Mayhap I need their
smiles to remind me
I still breathe --
no, don't leave.
Kindly
give laughter
a reason to find me.
Overnight at the Castle
The clock is groaning,
the wind is moaning,
the banshee is wailing, "No more!"
The ghost is prowling,
the werewolf's howling.
Won't someone let him outdoors?
Duchess
She haunts me still, I tell you,
from her painting in the hall,
where she smiles just so at something
that I cannot now recall.
She had the oddest humors
and found such cause to laugh
that I would call the doctor in,
concerned on her behalf.
Oh, no. He always told me
her health and mind were sound.
I think I'd have preferred it
if something wrong was found.
For flowers, children, puppies,
would make her laugh awhile,
and even our old gardener
brought out her brightest smile.
There was no dealing with her.
Oh, yes. I found a way.
But somehow, she still haunts me
and laughs at me today.
Shivers
A hand across the moon
quickens my step and
shivers my spine.
A Mother's Work is Never Done
I am not done; there's so much more
to do. And though I'm all alone,
I continue caring for my own, for
I am not done.
They do not see me guarding o'er
their slumber as I kiss each one.
Though no one sees me anymore,
I am not done.
Ever since she was a young girl, Denise Felt had always been intrigued by the very thought of ghosts. Not that she ever wanted to meet one, mind you. But the thought of it was exciting. Please enjoy this sampling of her Haunted poems.
For the complete volume of Haunted poems, please contact Denise at: [email protected]
Cost: $10
Haunted
Why does his spirit wander
the corridors of our home,
making my grieving stronger
knowing we're both alone?
Walking the Dog
As I slowed near
the old Olsen place
a shroud of white
flitted past an attic
window,
and mortality
bit my heart.
Living in a Haunted House
Who are they really
these ghosts who stray
in and out
throughout
my day
and why
do I let them stay?
Mayhap I need their
smiles to remind me
I still breathe --
no, don't leave.
Kindly
give laughter
a reason to find me.
Overnight at the Castle
The clock is groaning,
the wind is moaning,
the banshee is wailing, "No more!"
The ghost is prowling,
the werewolf's howling.
Won't someone let him outdoors?
Duchess
She haunts me still, I tell you,
from her painting in the hall,
where she smiles just so at something
that I cannot now recall.
She had the oddest humors
and found such cause to laugh
that I would call the doctor in,
concerned on her behalf.
Oh, no. He always told me
her health and mind were sound.
I think I'd have preferred it
if something wrong was found.
For flowers, children, puppies,
would make her laugh awhile,
and even our old gardener
brought out her brightest smile.
There was no dealing with her.
Oh, yes. I found a way.
But somehow, she still haunts me
and laughs at me today.
Shivers
A hand across the moon
quickens my step and
shivers my spine.
A Mother's Work is Never Done
I am not done; there's so much more
to do. And though I'm all alone,
I continue caring for my own, for
I am not done.
They do not see me guarding o'er
their slumber as I kiss each one.
Though no one sees me anymore,
I am not done.