October 2013 – Ghosts Pass By

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Ghosts pass by.

Abandoning armchairs,

stubbing out cigars,

quaffing the final drop

of vintage port

they float away,

down the back stairs,

checking their auras

in the cracked mirror

as they go.

 

Ghosts pass by.

Evicted from rooms

of haunted sleep,

they pass on, like wind,

like a Fellini parade,

a dust blown cavalcade

of ragged motley

seeking another home,

another creaking attic,

another empty shell.

 

Ghosts pass by.

Swathed in scars and chains,

autumn leaves and broken hearts

they pass the open window

of my glorious night.

Weeping phantoms,

restless souls and spirits,

their gaze is losing me

and I watch their sad ambling

with eyes of dawn.

 

Ghosts pass by

in feather boas, painted rags,

stained armor and cloaks of stars;

a susurration of shadows

shimmering with enchantment;

tears and whispers in the night.

Ghosts pass by, darkly inviting

but I turn and touch the sun,

and am exorcised again

in pulsing light.

~~~

 

Acrylic painting and poem by Clinock

Edited redux from October 2013

 

ghosts pass by

ghosts_3

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)