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
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