Ghosts (10/30)

🐈 Ghosts 🐉

Create a poem with a ghost in it.

Hamlet's Ghost

I've never actually seen a ghost, though I believe I've heard one in my Grandmother's house.  My ghosts are more metaphorical.  I am often haunted by a ghost of an idea, one that wants attention.  But the idea of ghost (and spirit) intrigues me, especially at this time of year when the veil between the worlds of life and death/mortality and immortality is said to be the thinnest.  And at Halloween in the USA, haunted houses form entertainment, and little ghosts--often Caspers--show up at our doors and at our trunk-or-treats.  I wonder about ghosts in other cultural traditions.

According to Wikipedia: 

In folklore, a ghost is the soul or spirit of a dead person or non-human animal that is believed to be able to appear to the living. In ghostlore, descriptions of ghosts vary widely, from an invisible presence to translucent or barely visible wispy shapes to realistic, lifelike forms. . . [See also ghostlore].

In the United States, maybe the most famous ghosts are Dicken's ghosts of Christmas past, future and yet-to-come from A Christmas Carol, rerun yearly on stage and TV.  Are there any famous ghosts where you live?  

Create a poem with a ghost in it.  Enjoy!

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A few poems to inspire: 

The Raven

By Edgar Allan Poe

Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,

Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore—

    While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,

As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.

“’Tis some visitor,” I muttered, “tapping at my chamber door—

            Only this and nothing more.”

    Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December;

And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.

    Eagerly I wished the morrow;—vainly I had sought to borrow

    From my books surcease of sorrow—sorrow for the lost Lenore—

For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore—

            Nameless here for evermore.

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(Read the rest HERE.)

Haunted Houses

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by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

All houses wherein men have lived and died
Are haunted houses. Through the open doors
The harmless phantoms on their errands glide,
With feet that make no sound upon the floors.

We meet them at the door-way, on the stair,
Along the passages they come and go,
Impalpable impressions on the air,
A sense of something moving to and fro.

. . . .  (read the rest HERE.)

Ghosts  by Elizabeth Jennings Those houses haunt in which we leave Something undone. It is not those Great words or silence of love That spread their echoes through a place And fill the locked-up, unbreathed gloom. Ghosts do not haunt with any face That we have known; they only come With arrogance to thrust at us Our own omissions in a room. The words we would not speak they use, The deeds we dared not act they flaunt, Our nervous silences they bruise; It is our helplessness they choose And our refusals that they haunt. ❤❤❤ Please link one poem that is your response to this prompt.   After you link your poem, please visit others, and Don't forget to include this link in your post.