Girl Ghost #NWCU #photography

Captive in the frame

Welcome to Wednesday Wake Up Call. I’m hosting today. Hope you enjoy the prompt.

I can’t tell you how long ago it was.

Sometimes it seems like yesterday – the first time I saw her face.

There was something so familiar, though I could not quite define it.

She looks so alone that girl frozen in the mirror.

What was it she saw that caused such terror?

Her eyes are like magnets I can’t look away.

Please tell me your story. I implored on this day.

An icy hand grasped mine and took me to a place behind the staircase.

Things too horrible to be told were there. A place that was beyond cold.

A smile of knowing was glazed on a horrible eyed half face. “you are us now” he grinned.

Now there is a new face in the mirror. I have taken her place.

Please set me free!!!!!

Photograph “Ghostly Image” L. Moon copyright 2011

I took a picture of this painting at a B&B. The mansion had a long history. I wondered if there was a girl captured in a frame.  I think the reflection of the staircase makes the picture more complicated. Would love to know what this inspires in others…

The Message in the Mirror #NWCU #ghosts #poetry

She walked into a shop

steeped  in another era

scents  of old

ancient things from there

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Up in a loft

she saw an ivory mirror

she held it’s loveliness

tell me what did she hear?

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It was a voice

with an accent sublime

young and clear

from another time

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Are you talking to me?

I hear you my dear

the young voice queries

please come a little near

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Where is the woman?

no one but me

looking around

where can she be?

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Then just as sweetly

she gave me a message

must be for others

what is the passage?

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Tell them I love them

tell them I’m here

tell them I’m waiting

give them love and cheer

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Who do I tell?

can’t you be clearer

now she was gone

the lady in the mirror

This (archived) poem is prompted by this week’s Wednesday Wake Up Call at New World Creative Union. We are asked to reflect on our ancestors. The prose is fictional but inspired by a mirror and a memory.

Painting: Waterhouse “Rosebuds while ye may”