Monday, October 26, 2009

The only Ghost I ever Saw

The only Ghost I ever saw
Was dressed in Mechlin -- so --
He wore no sandal on his foot --
And stepped like flakes of snow --

His Gait -- was soundless, like the Bird --
But rapid -- like the Roe --
His fashions, quaint, Mosaic --
Or haply, Mistletoe --

His conversation -- seldom --
His laughter, like the Breeze --
That dies away in Dimples
Among the pensive Trees --

Our interview -- was transient --
Of me, himself was shy --
And God forbid I look behind --
Since that appalling Day! -- Emily Dickinson

1 comment:

  1. Thank you for sharing this poem. I'm a huge fan of her work and this is perfect for your photo. Best witches for a spooktacular Halloween. ~ Sarah