Down a dusty dirt road sits an abandoned antebellum
house once filled with laughter long ago
Perfumed magnolia trees haunt the air;
inside no fluorescent lights or cracked linoleum,
instead peeling wallpaper and creaky floors,
cobweb corners and musty scent as no sunlight
from windows shut for too long.
Your ghost chased me through its rooms
and boarded with me on the train here
So room by room…
Walls are patched, windows opened up
old wood polished back to life
spider webs chased from their hiding places
to release the spirits dancing around my head.
Old house is cold at night,
fireplace and flue need the ashes swept before rekindling,
its warming flames once again.
(c) Amanda Wilson 2013