An Apparition.

The pitter patter across my window pane

Drags me now from where I slumber

From the dreams that hang like chains

Of memory that I encumber

Sharpe and sweet, with recognition

Take shape and form in swirling mist

Appear as though an apparition

Arms held out as to assist

Am I asleep? I cannot tell

Just a dream, or that of vision

A memory in disarray

Or am I in the grip of hell

I feel the fear as it surrounds me

Hanging as a darkened shroud

Its hand upon me cold and clammy

I feel the need to scream out loud

Petrified, I lie in terror

Its hidden face within the wrap

Left to late it is upon me

Thank heavens its just the bloody cat.



Poetry by penfold18
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Written on 2007-05-07 at 13:02

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lastromantichero The PoetBay support member heart!
graham this is a very clever textand well done in your skill rgds mike seems like the theme of ghosts is abroard
2007-05-07


Rob Graber
Reminds me of Poe's "The Raven" but with a very un-Poesque (?) funny ending!
2007-05-07


Elle The PoetBay support member heart!
Hey, this made me smile - had a similar experience today - thought I saw one of my beloved cats lying dead in the garden, only to find it was a pair of gloves - definitely need new glasses or a less macabre imagination :)


Elle x
2007-05-07



lol scarey apparitions, are the least of your worries when the cats around penfold! I hate nightmares, I am glad yours wasn't. Great expression in this poem, lol meowing at you!lol Tai
2007-05-07