Ghost Brings Rotten Teeth

Written for:  Poetic Bloomings and Imaginary Gardens
All Hallows Saints and Souls, Creatures Of The Night

Enters, head hangs under arm, green feet
scrape shrill as whistles. Woman wakes shrieks.
Bad dream? Ghost rattles head and points
to three black teeth placed on bed.
Sins, Sins, he moans. Repent.
First tooth–those you’ve hurt,
second–lies told.
Third tooth stands,
she cries
Tooth climbs
onto neck,
sinks into vein.
Ghost bleats like mad sheep,
you will simply not do.
Not do for what? says she, eyes
closed slits; she still hopes to waken.
Says ghost, alas, no remorse shown here.
Had blood spewed black, you’d be Vampire Queen.

About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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8 Responses to Ghost Brings Rotten Teeth

  1. Those teeth made me think of a tooth faerie gone bad… nice style.


  2. Teeth are always so creepy. I’m glad for the lines of the “Ghost [that] bleats like mad sheep”. It made me laugh so hard that I could balance the teeth fears.


  3. Rommy says:

    The bit about the teeth reminded me of an old Poe story. Nice.

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  4. Jim says:

    Perfect poem for Halloween, Sarah. I like the ending. “No remorse shown here. Had blood spewed black, So clever, true remorse, blood spews black. Then eligible for Vampire Queen. 🙂
    In your talking teeth there was a slight ring of Scrooge’s spirit visits, as predicted by Marley.


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