Old and New

Below in view is Carolina
Being a very lively ghost.
Her blanket endows her voiced
In wailings and giggled fright abilities...
She delights in being scary but
Will not tolerate being in receipt
Of any adult imaginings.


She is scary therefore we must not be.
Got it?
She's three!

Just off to the left
Lucien hobbles his old bones home...
I hope he wakes in the morning
Amongst other things...
Not scared of any more pain.

The old and the new
The muddled middles...
This is how gentle and harsh
It all should be.

I am away to drink tea
With a giggling ghost.






Poetry by jenks The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2011-04-27 at 00:44

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shells
Lovely piece taking me through the generations with humour and realism, hope you enjoyed the tea.
2011-04-28


John Ashleigh The PoetBay support member heart!
Thought-provoking - with a dabble of wonder within realism. True beauty in its purest form. Thankyou for sharing.

Regards,
John.
2011-04-27