The Inkwell

from inkdrop – poetry, places and events

The Ghost

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The key turned in the door

and we entered the house

empty chambers

random left behind furniture

nothing but a mouse

We played in the garden

my sister and i

and then, in a minute

we saw him fly

Hiding in the cupboards

in the bedrooms he’d fly

he’d pop up from the floorboards

just to say hi

he’d play games in the bedrooms

and splash about in the bath

and watch tv while making pictures

sometimes leaving a path

And though he’d appear to me and my sis

with mum and dad he’d go away

waiting for a time, when the late night chimed

for him to come and play

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