We Write Poems’ Prompt #78 is about Halloween! I’ve always been a chicken, exaggeratedly so, especially after watching scary movies and regretting having watched them 😦
The ghost in my house
is an opener of windows
and a closer of doors.
My memory doesn’t quite serve me right
as the hallway door remains just ajar
in the dark morning,
or as I watch the bathroom door
close again past the fogged pane
of the shower
as if someone had just slipped in.
I listen for sighs of hinges as I sleep,
my ticking brain keeps vigil
even in daylight,
I throw open the curtains
and turn on all the lights
observe shadows to make sure
they stay in place and
don’t glide in ways
that make them even more unlike us.