Smoky-White Spirits

Written for:  Imaginary Gardens With Real Toads – April Poems – Day 23
The Tuesday Platform:  “Gather Around For Some Ghost Stories”  (Posted by Sanaa)

“Write a horror poem that makes one taste the dark in broad daylight.”


Headstones stand gravely
in the cemetery, lit
by early Autumn afternoon
sun. She walks down dirt
paths kicking loose
pebbles, seeking
her father’s resting
place. Leaves flutter,
dance as shadows on
the stones. Cemetery
feels alive. Oh, what
nonsense, she scolds
herself. Instantly,
cold wisps of smoky-
white freeze her skin.
Spirits spill laughter
in frothy bubbles. Am I
dreaming, she wonders. Then,
a skeletal claw comes
out of the ground
and grabs her ankle.

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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10 Responses to Smoky-White Spirits

  1. Jim says:

    That would scare me too. I don’t mind cemeteries in the daytime but come night and I wouldn’t go.


  2. I hope it says, “Guess who!?” and asks her for a dance. Or, maybe, she’ll prefer a run… 😀


  3. Oh yes, very spooky and scary!


  4. sanaarizvi says:

    Yikes! The closing gave me shivers 😀 I wonder who grabbed her ankle? Thank you so much for writing to the prompt, Sara! ❤️


  5. Kestril Trueseeker says:

    Sometimes you gotta go with what your intuition tells you. The worst case scenario for listening to it would have simply been to get a healthy jog through the graveyard. The worst case for ignoring it, well…I’d choose the jog.


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