When The Table Turns Poem by Vincent Igwilo

Just like a little girl
Walking on a sandy beach
The winds playing with her hair
Looks like she has no care

But she is haunted
She looks back
And she sees a form on the sand
Mimicking every of her movement

She drops her doll
And takes to her heels
Wailing and shouting mama's name
Shrieking - finding out the form is now running

Mama gets hold of her
Tries to comfort her
She grips her tight
Wishing mum would fly away with her

Now she is all grown up
Having learnt of sun rays and shadows
She smiles whenever she sees hers
Even takes it as her dancing partner

Gone are the days
Nightmares all vanished
The table has turned
Now the hunter has become the haunted