The Lady Grey

Kevin Michael Bloor

She is a ghost, who glides like marshy mist,

unknown, unheard, uncared for and unkissed.

A sad and sorry sight, if truth be told,

since she was once a poet, proud and bold.

 

But nowadays she sneaks through door and wall,

soliloquizing shadow in a shawl.

And when dawn breaks, she feels that she’s outstayed

her welcome, so her form and features fade.

 

This ghost, the locals call, The Lady Grey;

she clasps a prayer book in her hand, they say.

But others of a literary bent

say that she holds her lines of lost lament.

 

Others, who have seen her turn at bay

say that she holds a faded grey bouquet

and when she floats like phantom down the aisle;

she greets the altar with a sneering smile.

 

  • Author: Blue-eyed Bolla (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: May 13th, 2020 08:59
  • Comment from author about the poem: For Lorraine, my lady grey
  • Category: Gothic
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  • Fay Slimm.

    A real scary description of what ghostly business occurs when apparitions appear to poets with neighbours called Lorraine take to the stage with amazing gifts of imagination. A great read Kevin.

  • Goldfinch60

    Wonderful dark poem Kevin.

    Andy



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