NaPoWriMo Day 26: The Ghost Poem

NaPoWriMo Day 26

The Ghost Poem

by Ruqaiyah Davids

On either side the river lie
long fields.
And through the field the road runs by
And up and down the people go,
Round an island there below
aspens quiver,
Little breezes dusk and shiver
By the island in the river.
Gray walls, and gray towers,
Overlook a space
And the silent isle imbowers

Slide the heavy barges trailed
By slow horses; and unhailed

But who hath seen her wave her hand?
Or at the casement seen her stand?
Or is she known in all the land?

Reapers, reaping early
Among the bearded barley,
A song
That echoes cheerly
From the river clearly.
By the moon the reaper grows weary,
Listening, whispers…

There she weaves night and day
A magic web
She has heard a whisper say,
A curse is on her if she stay
She knows not what the curse may be,
And so she weaveth steadily,
And little other care hath she,

Shadows of the world appear.
Sometimes a troop
on an ambling pad,
a curly shepherd-lad,
in crimson clad,
Through the mirror blue
The knights come riding
She hath no loyal knight and true.
But in her web she still delights
To weave the mirror’s magic sights.

Silent nights.
The moon overhead,
Two young, half-sick shadows.




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