A short poem about stupid fears...
I looked out
Of the car window
And saw
On the kerb
The ghost woman
And I realised
If she pulled a wire
And released
A deadly blossom
That would be it
Head to toe
In white
Crossing too far
From the light
The ghost woman
There would be
Nothing more
It would all
Be over
In an instant
Regarding
The traffic
Looking for
A gap to cross in
The ghost woman
No time for
Explanation
No moment
Of reflection
Nothing more
Not knowing
The fear she instilled
She stood
Innocently there
The ghost woman
All of the
Unfinished
Business of life
Would mean
Nothing any more
Then the woman
Dressed all in white
Gathered her children
And crossed the road
The ghost woman
All of this
Occurred to me
On the day
After the
Bombing began
Just trying
To head home
Getting on with
Living her life
The ghost woman
And the lights
Changed to green
And I shifted gear
And headed home
Like a ghost
Martin A W Holmes, December 2015
We are entering another difficult phase in history. The fear is just beginning I fear.
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