They left
A deserted farm
The empty windows stare
So threatening and menacing
At me
I leave
So carefully the ghosts behind
To stay and celebrate
In solitude
They stay
—
September 10, 2012
Cinquain
Björn Rudbergs writings
Poetry and fiction by a physicist from the dark side
Björn Rudbergs writings 
Hi– lovely, suitably haunting, rather wistful poem! memorable….
I’m @bySA_Tweets by the way, as well as @alamodame (my DavidCook Fan acct).
Thank you, I just love iambic cinquains there is a built in tension…
I do enjoy these mirror cinquains you compose. Where I was born, there were often many abandoned buildings–though it was a big city. At that time, it was not so dangerous for children to investigate such places. Still we thought there were ghosts within them. Sometimes spooking one another into running out of the building in a panic.
Innocent days! I would caution the young against doing such things today. The world has become so much more dangerous; and so, I fear, have become such abandoned places.
Thank you, I will write a new one some day, it’s been a while. 🙂