Diva Rambling: Ghosts and poetry….

Something Fun I ran into. Credits at the bottom….

On How Ghosts Take the Moral High Ground

A week after hanging himself he’s back,

returned to the house of his fickle lover

shroud-bound, glassy faced, righteous, hovering above her bed

like a see-through falcon, ready to drop on prey.

The noose that did for him is lank as a snake’s shed skin,

his tracing-paper fingers claw the air,

and he moans each time she kisses her new paramour

until they split apart, startled.

In life he was licentious,

but after death he’s immaculate as a saint

scrubbed clean as if the Spiritual Realm

were a rough sponge brandished by a fierce hand.

All his sins are exfoliated now, his new skin

light as bible paper, lucent as rain.

Pity the poor woman beneath him

too guilt-struck to enjoy another’s embrace.

Imagine if each time you kissed a new lover

you were haunted by the one you betrayed.

Imagine if your sin was sent back – fingered,

pale hands holding a candle,

flame a halo around the shaft

so your darkness was broken by their pure white light.

Anna Saunders Ghosting for Beginners

https://www.indigodreams.co.uk/anna-saunders-gfb/4594255832

Namaste, The Queen Cronista…

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