Ghosts - The Bedroom Mirror Poem by Paul Warren

The full length mirror hung on the back of the door
Of her bedroom wardrobe holding clothes and more
She keeps it tidy with a place for her things neatly hung
She liked clothes and kept herself trim in a dress this day for fun
It was a sunny day out and a beach outing it would be
As she happily fussed with her hair bouncing curls around free

Then out the corner of her eye a darkness flashed
Quicker than she could focus in the mirror as it was bashed
It was a worrying sign of things to come
As she looked around behind her and found no-one
Everything was fine on that summer's day
But as the weeks turned to months things went astray

She wouldn't leave the mirror and she became unkept
And she stopped seeing her friends and none being exempt
Until one day they found her in the lounge room
Just sitting and staring so unresponsive to any sudden boom
So she was put in a Sanatarium for 24 hour personal care
And it seems that she will end her days sitting and sleeping there

So I went over to clean and close up her house now
But looking in her bedroom closet mirror I wonder how
The figure darting across in the mirror I clearly see
Could be in the background of the mirror as it would be
Now I sit and wait staring into the mirror searching it out
For when I see the fleeting figurine I will clearly shout.

© Paul Warren Poetry