ghosts pass by.
abandoning armchairs,
stubbing out cigars,
swigging the final drop
of vintage port
they leave by the back stairs,
hanging a sign
on the closing door:
“See You At The Parade.”
ghosts pass by,
evicted from the flophouse
of my dreams,
no longer welcome.
long squatting ended
they join the Felliniesque
fandango and pass on,
seeking another home.
swathed in scars and chains,
verdigris and fire
weeping phantoms,
restless souls and
ghosts
pass by
the open window
of my night,
their haunting gaze
no longer finding me.
in feather boas,
painted rags,
stained armor
and cloaks of stars
the ghosts pass by
and I watch
their amorphous
ambling
with eyes of dawn.
this parade of shadows
shimmers with enchantment,
dark invitations
and moonlight,
but I have touched the sun,
and am exorcised by love.
painting and poem by clinock (edited redux)
What a beautiful painting. Lovely posting! 🙂 Ghosts should outnumber us living creatures by now (if every dead person ends up like one anyway)
That’s a thought – although ghosts don’t take up much space, if any, in this dimension. Thanks for your kind words Ina – good for my spirit…
A perfect prelude to Halloween John……..making friends with all those ghosts.
I’m sure they too will love your art……or did they inspire it?
thanks Robert – I think I scared them all away….
You have indeed touched the sun, my friend and painted away the shadows…
Beautiful words Marina – thank you from my heart…
Felliniesque
fandango
flickering
phantoms
friskily
frolicking
forever…
I love this painting, and those words tell a perfectly enchanting story. I want to know more. This is inspiring work.
generous words Carl and I thank you for them – not much more to tell than written – the worst squatters have been evicted and exorcised by the deepest caring of another – and even though I know other hauntings will inevitably take their place, for now I am at peace…