A Ghostly Poem

by Shirley Smothers · from Salem Cemetery, Inwood Indiana No. 6

I faintly hear someone
say we are here at
the cemetery at
Inwood, Indiana.

I open my eyes
and what do I see?

Ghost to my left,
ghost to my right.
Ghost in front,
oh what a fright.

Ghost behind
ghost all around.
How did I get
in this ghostly town?

I look at my hand.
What is this?
What do I see?
Oh my,
I can see
right through me!

“A Ghostly Poem” was printed in Salem Cemetery, No. 6 of Inwood Indiana. Pick up the paperback from Prolific Press; the stories and poems published online are free to read here.

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