For the Daily Inkling prompt ‘latent image‘.
Hat on the sofa
or cat well-loved now gone?
Shadows beneath the chair
stretch like a waking dog,
silent in his ghost sleep.
Trees bend and sway,
and people dart between the trunks,
faces peer from bus windows
stopped at the lights
then gone—was it?
Should ever you go,
how would I bear this world
when every footstep on the path, clearing of the throat,
quick laughter, shout of greeting,
every hollow, bend in the road,
face in the crowd, trick of the light,
every cloud, leafy bough, every moonshadow,
every constellation balancing on the roof of the sky
is yours?
Wonderful Jane.
Thank you, Holly 🙂
You’re so welcome.
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Loved it, Jane.
Now tell me you’re feeling better.
Getting there, thanks 🙂
Good to know. Keep drinking…
Good job we have a fair few bottles in 🙂
Oh la la…
There has to be a sensible reason for living here.
Bien sûr.
🙂
I love this. I love this so much. It’s a total mood.
Thanks Marie. The prompt made me think of all the times I’ve mis-seen something or someone.
I know this one well. (K)
We all have those ghosts.