Ghostly Poet
I…entered the poem of life
almost forty years ago.
A bit old for a beginner.
For those first thirty-plus,
believed that poems
were foreign land
a stranger’s language
locked and forbidden
to likes of me.
No one familiar
ever spoke of such things:
meanings that doubled-down,
twisted round, then turned left
instead of right, where they
normally belonged.
But, gentle stranger smiled
and offered a key. Tip-toed
across that threshold, crept
through those lofty corridors,
no more than a ghost
in hopes of not being seen.
Forever captured by a world,
where I’m not supposed to be.
Elizabeth Crawford 4/8/2017
Footnotes: Opening line is first phrase in a quote from Barbara Blackman’s autobiography Glass After Glass. Blackman is an acclaimed Australian writer. The full quote appears as an introductory note on Rosemary Nissen- Wade’s poetry blog, The Passionate Crone.
http://passionatecrone.blogspot.com.au
Every time I visit Rosemary’s site, I read that phrase, and it pulls me in, and words start churning through my head. I decided it was time to follow them.
Image is a pen and ink line weave drawing with a water color wash. Another strange world.
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love your poem, Elizabeth 🙂
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