Will-o-the-Whispered Love NotesA Poem by GunMetal
I just really wanted to write a love story about ghosts at an abandoned carnival.
Somewhere in the landscape of forgotten memories
stands a place so empty
not even sound can move through it
without hesitating around corners.
Ticket booths and hot dog stands
all bleak as post-mortem monuments.
Effigies to Once Wonderful, and Filled with Color.
We stand transparent beneath a webbed attraction
next to a grinning mannequin promising altitude
for only $5
But we must be this tall to ride.
We weren’t afraid when the tracks collapsed.
We fell for each other.
Your moon-glow changes color to whatever you pass in front of.
Aubergine, Celeste, Chartreuse, Cordovan.
Instruments and carnival lights flicker to life
when touched by your energy.
You’re like virga and petrichor.
I’m the luckiest ghost alive.
Isn’t this how you always imagined it?
Flowers of all kind and color,
Friends and family sharing stories of our life
before each other.
While we were dressed in autumn shades of fog.
They prayed for us, and wept for us
staged our departure in black veils.
While we stood on each other’s tombstones
and exchanged vows.
I promise you that my heart never stopped.
You made it skip every single beat.
People still come here, ghost hunting.
We look forward to it.
There are still attractions here.
Ethereal whispers of nothings.
We haunt everything before the sunrise.
© 2012 GunMetal
Shelved in 8 LibrariesAdded on July 12, 2012
Last Updated on July 12, 2012
Wish You Were Here, Alta Loma, CA
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