Ghost

A ghost materialised on the stairs last night Was frozen in horror choice fright or flight A little child perhaps was three or four Wearing quaint smock dress reaching to the floor Thunderstruck with eyes locked we gazed and gazed Unbelievable, I’m amazed or crazed Step by step she came descending to ground I swear, hands down, could be nervous breakdown Turning around she ascended the stair Emitting an an aura of deep despair The previous owners did live next door The luxury flat on the upper floor They both looked at me as if I was mad Just lay it to rest was all that they said Several times now I have seen this young ghost The local medium was most engrossed He rushed over with bell, book and candle Worried, could create one mighty scandal Upon the late evening of the sixth medium did predict an easy fix She materialised as times before as medium exclaimed “I’ve made rapport” From incantation a light above shone Deliverance complete she’s truly gone