Poem, Published first in Voiceworks, Issue #115, Goth
Ebbs, J 2019, 'Ghost', Voiceworks, Goth, issue 115, pg. 16 -17.
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house
on a high tide after heavy rain
the river grew and ate my house up
in the dark
my mother and dog waited alone on the tallest bed for daybreak
amongst the water a refrigerator can float
by the time i could finally get there
mum mowed the nature strip of our carcassed house
at one time everything that happened to me happened here
grew breasts behind that wall which no longer stood
and all I could think of now was
does that mean the ghost is finally gone?
ghost
11, 12, 13
my sibling had a ghost
a man whose ‘path’ walked from the bathroom, to my room, and back
often i was woken to ward him off
at the edge of their sleep he waited by the bed
but my presence like a lamp to clear the shadow out
it took time and some strange women to have him finally leave
the smell of sage made me sick
and the family went quiet for days
(we couldn’t talk about anything bad that happened between us)
but where there was quiet became laughter
ghost ii
by the time i had my first boyfriend
the ghost had been gone for years
eighteen and in love
we shared a bed after he climbed through the window
one morning he woke up pale
to tell me of a figure at the end of our bed
no real form, but if he had to say, man-shaped
the ghost came into my body and used my mouth to say
i am not gone
mud
was it a favour the river did me?
‘rise up’ it said and stole away our house in the night
us both swollen past our banks, outgrown
don’t let it in your mouth
mould will make a home in your lungs and feed on your breath
those who thank god for a divine cleansing
have never smelled the sun turning mud sour
ghost iii
the ghost visited but i lived there
came home sweaty and snuck out silently in the dark
a fork sticking out of my father’s hand
used the plaster walls of my room to hide my disappointment
sat in the foundations for years to grow into it
where i stood now
no walls
our family home so small when you could see end to end
every room where every fight, every meal, was in view of each other
no corners anymore
at one time everything that happened to me happened here
grew breasts behind that wall which no longer stood
and all I could think of now was
does that mean the ghost is finally gone?