Poetry

Ghost Tour
- Shelley Mitchell

Ghost Tour

 

 

 

                                           

Night.

A group of tourists

follows a caped, top-hatted guide

through the medieval alleys

of the Old Town,

 

among them, you,

enjoying the morbid underbelly

of history.

You pass into the narrow,

crooked street

 

where I live.

A stray dog informs me

I have visitors.

Through a gap in gauzy

white curtains,

 

I look down, see you

under a street lamp.

My pale pulse

beats. I tap

on the distorted glass.

 

Only you look

up to my high, dark window,

see the round

and chalky moon,

curtained in cloud.

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Shelley Mitchell grew up in Minneapolis, Minnesota, and now lives in Seattle, Washington.  Her primary response to life is to write poetry.  She also enjoys the theatre, movies, British mysteries, trips to the dog park, and thunderstorms.