She Walks Among the Shadows

She walks among the shadows of my house Barely even there – quiet as a mouse She has never said a word At least none that I heard She’s the image of my dear departed spouse She’s here because her spirit just can’t leave She’s here because no one has yet to grieve She looks me in the eye As if to ask me why I often chuckle – she’s so damned naïve It’s not that she was really all that bad It’s just that one night tryst that she had I couldn’t stand her sight So later that same night I accosted her with my own pentad She knows I hit her with a hammer – hard She knows she’s buried right in our backyard Yet she comes into my home And she won’t let me alone She’d like to hoist me on my own petard Ok – so maybe I’m a real louse For knocking off my dear departed spouse But that don’t give her the right To haunt me day and night As she walks among the shadows of my house Pentad – five elements of investigation – in this case – who, what, why, where, how Petard - The word remains in modern usage in the phrase hoist with one's own petard, which means "to be harmed by one's own plan to harm someone else" or "to fall into one's own trap," literally implying that one could be lifted up (hoist, or blown upward) by one's own bomb. Written 6/18/11 - 10:02 PM Honorable Mention in Ghosts contest