Peters Sees Ghost (For Debs G) Poem by Cecelia GrantPeters

Cecelia..... In the ROOM.....After the wedding....After the party.
The silence resonates, as if by night the world stands still.
What revelations and visions will lull her to her waiting bed?
She sees the double bed, the shoes upon the floor,
She sees the shower screen, the sliding door.
Cecelia sees all these.....and nothing more, but Peters?
Peters sees Ghosts.

She sees a woman practiced in dark arts, enchanted by the LORE
She sees a girl confused, a man in pain, and many more.....
And in the dim light she sees SHADOWS, and visions
Like a video recording of past secrets.....a suicidal man.....who thinks too much,
A lonely girl, with a man who drinks too much, and many more.....
A shower screen shattered..... A door battered, and all who came before.....
Peters sees Ghosts.

The girl who cried, the man who wished that he had died
The couple making merry, a cheater confused
telling lies and causing more distress
A beaming bride, still in her wedding dress.
She hears crying and laughter, but she a sceptic is enchanted by the LORE,
The LORE and spirits of the ones who came before.
Cecelia is lulled....But Peters?
Peters sees Ghosts.

She stands amazed, confused, confounded and in awe.
She stands BEGUILED, bemused, enchanted by the LORE,
She checks the shower screen, the unmade bed, behind the door
And feels the presence of those who came before....
In the twilight....And in the evening....
In the darkness.....And in the morning.....
Peters sees GHOSTS......