Francie Lynch


Bloody Mary - Poem by Francie Lynch

The year following
Jimmy's death
I smothered myself
In every read on
Parapsychology,
Astral beings,
OBE's, NDE's,
And plasma projections,
Reincarnation and all
Aberations.
I awarded myself
An Honorary Doctorate
In Bullshit (Ph. D.B.S.) .
Then I met Bloody Mary,
As the police called her.
Her keen abilities
Recovered bodies
And the snatchers.
She had a dead-on reputation.
She spoke German and gesticulated
Wildly while she oracled.
Her husband translated simultaneously.
Her sun-room shone,
There were plants on
Every table. No candles.
Perhaps I was mesmerized.
She had one message for me
From the other side:
Tell Francie to leave me alone.

Marlene
(my darling little sister,
And my next encounter) ,
Had a dream the very same
Day I saw my seer.
She dreamt Jimmy
Was alone,
Crying at home,
And through his tears
She clearly hears:
Tell Francie to leave me alone.

Bloody Mary was free,
That's right... no fee.
She said her gift
Was for sharing,
And she shared
Her gift with me.

Topic(s) of this poem: brother, crying, death, death of a friend, dream, dreaming, german, ghost, ghostly, ghosts


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Poem Submitted: Friday, March 6, 2015

Poem Edited: Tuesday, June 27, 2017


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