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© Alan John Ward

Another Kind of Haunting

October 23, 2017

So much talk of ghosts

when we moved into this house,

this time-creased mansion

filled with other people’s memories.

Ghosts in its veins and arteries, 

plug sockets and light switches.

Every flickering bulb a vengeful spirit, 

every thud in the night a trapped soul.


Now, only one room is haunted. 

Picture hooks on the wall miss frames,

hangers in the wardrobe long for clothes.

This poem was first first published in Agenda magazine (online) back in 2008.

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