The Attic

Just a five minute piece I dashed off for a comp.

'There's nobody in

But the light is on

And a chair just creaked,

Did you hear it, son?

There's been no chairs

For ever so long,

So who's abroad

In the attic, son?'

 

'That grim old lady

Who haunts the stairs

In a faded dress

With a world of cares,

Whenever I look

She disappears,

But lives in a world

That's drowned in tears.'

 

'They say she mutters

Beneath the moon

From the window there

In the month of June,

The light was out

In that ancient room

When she jumped from the window,

Into the gloom.'

 

'Why does she haunt

The attic, son,

If her soul took flight

When the moon was gone?

What is she trying

To tell us, son?'

 

'There's nobody in

But the light is on!'

 

David Lewis Paget.

Reviews

[Linda Marie Van Tassell]

Unfortunately, this old lady doesn't have much meat on her bones for me. For a five minute write though, it's acceptable. I much prefer your lengthier narrative poems that draw me into the fold. This one drew me in but left me cold.

[Tamluvstowrite]

this is a very nice poem. Thank you fo the review.

[Norma J. Jessee]

She's trying to tell us that it's Halloween and she didn't jump but was pushed. lol
Fantastic Halloween poem, Just right for the creepy holiday.
Great job David.

[Wildfleour]

Yikes!!!!!!!!! ;)