Her soul’s too grey
from sorrow
she is the shadow borrowed wild,
she is nocturnal flicker,
wind-on-candle-
mist & midnight-moans,
she stirs
your loins upsets you with her ice
and groans a bit
just to be nice
to let you lose your sleep
for storytelling of her felt injustice deep.
But in the morning light she
fades to tears,
and you have nothing more to fear.
Ghost Diagram by Takato Yamamoto
A ghost story for toads
—
April 24, 2019
Björn Rudbergs writings 
A sad ghost story. Great illustration to go with this tale
A great ghost story, well done!
Ah, so painful in this telling — this bit creates such an evocative image: “she is the shadow borrowed wild,/she is nocturnal flicker,/wind-on-candle-/mist & midnight-moans”.
I feel sorry for this sad ghost, but I see that she would be highly inconvenient.
“she is nocturnal flicker,
wind-on-candle-”
this is a perfectly ghostly image
My goodness such a gorgeously dark and chilling narrative, Bjorn! ❤️ I love; “she is the shadow borrowed wild, she is nocturnal flicker, wind-on-candle- mist & midnight-moans.” Thank you so much for writing to the prompt! 😀
she is the shadow borrowed wild
Your very order of words here blows me away!
“she is the shadow borrowed wild,
she is nocturnal flicker,
wind-on-candle-
mist & midnight-moans”
Gorgeous.
Beautiful!