Music to Die To
It's a special Sunday Muse, as it's the 200th prompt! It began in Aril 2018, before my participation began (Nov. 2020). The prompt this week was a choice from some top viewed images from the past four years.
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Romain Thiery |
The ghosts come down at two am
to pound the ivory keys.
With phantasmal steps they do a waltz,
no temporal being sees.
If a passerby should pause,
and lend a curious ear,
to eerie tunes that usher forth,
they are doomed to join that sphere.
©2022 Lisa Smith Nelson. All Rights Reserved
This is gorgeous Lisa! The rhyme really adds to the haunting feel of the poem and that last line is perfect! I loved learning more about your life and what fueled your love of poetry and writing! I love those thrift stores too. What kind of dog is Mickey? Thank you for joining in the poetic festivities today Lisa and for sharing a bit of your world with us.
ReplyDeleteThank you so much! I have a weekly feature on my other blog ever Tuesday about the "treasures" I've thrifted the week before! Mickey is part Border collie. He has an Instagram. @mickey_chicky_boom_boom if you want to see him!
DeleteThis poem has a wonderful story and depth … the rhyme is delightful!
ReplyDeleteThank you, I'm so glad you enjoyed it.
DeleteEerie.....
ReplyDeleteNice fantasy
Happy Sunday
Much love...
Thank you! :)
DeleteLove the poem! It's perfect for a grey morning accompanied by dog snores. :)
ReplyDeleteI agree with the dog snores! One of my cats snores more, but she doesn't sleep in my room.
DeleteOh my gosh, that is so creepy. :)
ReplyDeleteA wonderful poem, and I love that your father read you poetry as a child.
ReplyDeleteI remember him reading to me more than my mother, which was unusual for the early 60's. He was far before his time as far as dads being involved with the kids.
DeleteI always enjoy a poem with rhyme. Sounds like some apparitions are having a bit of
ReplyDeletefun at 2:00 AM. Night travelers beware.
Some poems just try to rhyme without plans! This one even worked out to nearly matching syllables, so I tweaked it so both stanzas are 7/7/9/7, even if that isn't a form I could find, I still wanted it to "match"!
DeleteLisa, I enjoyed your eerie poem -- thanks for the warning at the end! -- and learning some about you.
ReplyDeleteYes, if you hear eerie music coming from an abandoned house, don't slow down!
DeleteHappy 200th TSM!
ReplyDeleteYour poem reflects the photo fabulously. You sound like someone I'd like to know, as we have similar interests. So happy to meet you here!
ReplyDeleteThank you! It's nice to meet you too. We do seem to run into each other quite a bit!
DeleteWas commenting and then internet went.
ReplyDeleteThe first time reading this was last night, with a war raging not even 2000 km from here, your poem was creepy....
I still ear the ghostly waltz....
You set the tune!
You make me remember my father. He was conductor of a children's choir. He took me with him when I was 4. I loved it! I'm still singing.
Now you have me hearing that ghostly waltz! Ghosts would make the best waltzers, wouldn't they?
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