Cafe of Ghosts

Café of Ghosts

 

One bleak night

            I sat alone

as a lost soul

            in a café of ghosts

staring into the open fire

            where memories danced

in tongues of flame

            as writhing wraiths

to haunting music

            of yesterday

 

A green tongue told

            of happy days

while a blue one sang

            of sorrow falling

but the red flame screamed

            of hearts on razor wire

and all the ghosts gathered

            in the lost café

groaned with the wraiths

            writhing in the flames

 

My ghost listened

            to the green tongue

telling of romance

            and courting days

in a world still fresh

            and bright with hope

your ghost joined

            the blue song

of love lost

            and twilight deepening

into lonely nights

            ice cold and long

our three children's ghosts

            shuddered with the red flame

screaming of mum and dad

            dying on the razor wire

as they moaned

            crucified by divorce

and though my parents

            brothers and close friends

also sat grim faced

            in that lost café

those three little ghosts

            I remember most

 

 

 

See also

 

000 Haunting/ Surreal - Table of Contents  (for more hyperlinks to poems of this type)