When my mind chooses to wander
on it’s own
I go back
to my childhood home
that sits above a haunted Valley
where ghosts live in the trees and the cemetery that overlooks the Ocean
is not quiet and the dead do not sleep.
A dreadful apparition, faceless, shrouded in shadows,
stands at my bedroom window,
watched
by my aged dolls and my toy dog
with the crooked neck
as it waits
patiently
for the child it haunted this home
with
to return.
I miss you my unchanging revenant
and one day
or
maybe one evening
I will return
and
we will bedevil the night
together
again.
Daily Addictions Prompt: Reverse
Reblogged this on Lost Creek Journal and commented:
From My Other Blog My Enduring Bones
Love this. Beautifully written
The picture is a recent one of my Grandparent’s home in Hawaii. The Valley is real- it’s just over the bluff down the road. The bedroom is real, it was my room. The Cemetery is real, members of my family are buried there. And if you ask my family the ghost is real too. I am glad you liked it because for the most part, it’s all true.
Now, I like it even more after reading your comment.