Pub Chatter: UNBOUND - September 24, 2017 - Prompt #2 - Write a poem as if you are a ghost.
Ghostly Gifts For My Love While He Lives
Monday, I am fair of face,
Over your shoulder
In the mirror
As you brush your teeth
With terror
Tuesday, I am full of grace,
On your chest
In the starshine
As you dream
I dance
You scream
Wednesday, I am full of woe,
On the bottom of your foot
(The one you've stuck out over the mattress)
As I nibble... as I lick
I make you whimper... make you twitch
Thursday I have far to go,
As I wander, ever closer
Footfall vibrates
Inside skin
From the hall outside your door
Floorboards creak - breath disappears -
You're pretty when you sweat
Friday, I work hard for a live'n,
Clank'n chains
Clamp your legs
Paralyzed, you feel the trap
Tug you down through worms and clay
Friday's work is more like play
Saturday, I am love'n and give'n,
Inside your chest
You feel my fingers
Squeeze and
Pinch and poke...
I just love to give your heart attacks
But I'm a ghost of the Sabbath day
I'm fair and wise and good and gay
And I'll not take your life away
Until
You
Beg.
YOU ARE READING
Pub Chatter Poetry Prompts
PoetryIn the official Pub newsletter, The Pub Chatter, each week we provide poetry prompts. This is were you can find the results of those prompts.
