A Ghostly Presence Poem by Theresa Ann Moore

The past flickers with a sharp vivid intensity
Ripping open the curtains of obscure density
Without prompting…as clear as morning light
Sights of lunacy loom stirring a dreadful fright

Layered deeply in a transient molten mass
Emerging with a flash through darkened glass
The uninvited spectacle lasts for only a second
Yet an uncanny feeling lingers and absconds

Each shallow breath senses a ghost from long ago
Peripheral vision does not reveal as uneasiness grows
A cold chill swirls as a feather’s touch raises hairs
Staring bewilderedly…repeating a hastened prayer

9/6/08