Oh, Ouija Board,
please bring me spirits.
Spirits of the light
and ones of the damned.
I want to hear their tales
of past lives and woes.
I want to feel
their ghostly presence.
Their dead breath
on my face.
I feel their cold breath.
Shrieks fill the night.
Icy fingers trail down my face.
They’re at my neck.
Squeezing.
Too tight.
Much too tight…
Inside Edinburgh’s castle. Scotland || Personal photograph
A castle where spirits walk
Darkness hides in corners
Vintage fingerprints smudge the walls
Old fragrances float in the air
Shadows follow without footsteps
And sighs fill the empty spaces
Are we ever alone?
Do we carry with us
the spirits of the past;
the loved ones who
have passed?
I can feel them
and sometimes see them.
Can you?
An entity all its own.
A living,
breathing
force.
The walls hold secrets
of times gone by,
memories of long ago.
The house keeps
its secrets close.
Pink climbs to heaven
on bristling leaves.
Fuchsia steps up
the balconies.
It covers our world
with vibrancy.
Cheering us on
our gloomiest days.
Raising our spirits.
Coaxing us to reach
for the heavens.
THE OASIS HOTEL
The white hotel on the beach
has everything within reach.
A swimming pool in the sun
offers fun in the hot sun.
The night brings a different story
of The Dead in all their glory.
They come to scare the town,
cold stares served with a frown.
Beware of the walking dead.
They are evil ones to dread.
THE DEAD GAME
Enter the zone
where tourists party,
champagne flows
And so does the blood.
THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist
