Pretty Ghost Laughed Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

Pretty Ghost Laughed



Come! Come!

She laughed, the pretty
ghost.

In white without a spot

Come! Come!

amongst the tombs
she slid and
glided.

Night moon shone on
weak
fierce the stars
burnt

for her
she
from tomb to tomb
from
grave to grave
she went
weeping and laughing.

Friday, November 6, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: beauty,communication,death,ghost,human,life,life and death,lust,missing,muse
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