December Ghost
Shivers all over the atmosphere
Fevered by a bizarre spirit
Enrobbed in a shroud of grey, hovering
In the dry weird hemisphere
Within the graveyard curtain of mist
And lurking behind the skeletal frames of trees!
Have you too seen the ghost?
Or have you not felt it when it appears?
There it hovers freely in a whirl
Through the ambience of December
And causes the skin to whiten and shiver
And eyes wide open with expectation
And the hairs prickled with anxiety!
There it goes and vanish...here beside
It has cast a spell of Dementia
On a young man Mr. Jones, being alone
Maybe because he has no wife with him
No lover, no money and more so
He could not be with his family
Who will regard him as a Nobody!
It also bewitched with melancholy and frailty
Abandoned and unprotected children
Orphaned in homes without soup or bread.
It curse too those whose tables are full
And go on spree of extravagance
With swell of recklessness and vanity!
Copyright © Itsoghole O Solomon | Year Posted 2014
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