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Australian poetry, Gabrielle Bryden, ghost poem, ghosts, no one I know, poem, poetry, scary poem, woohoowoohoo
October 19, 2011 at 1:06 pm
Scary, but good:)
October 20, 2011 at 8:17 am
Thank you brendafraser and thanks for stopping by 🙂
October 19, 2011 at 1:48 pm
Gabrielle, this is very profound!! .. chilling message and effective use of language. I love it! Thanks for sharing ~ BlueGem
October 20, 2011 at 8:18 am
Hello BlueGem – chilling is good – haha – thanks for commenting (always good to see a new face) 🙂
October 19, 2011 at 4:33 pm
intriguing and scary…
thanks Crafty Green Poet 🙂
October 19, 2011 at 4:52 pm
This made the hairs stand, on my neck.
October 20, 2011 at 8:19 am
that’s good Martin – hahaha 🙂
October 19, 2011 at 8:39 pm
This poem has got me thinking about the many harrowing intrigues behind the fact of the missing person – the reasons behind why someone intentionally slips from the face of earth without a trace (and am incredulous at how easy it seems to do this)
October 20, 2011 at 8:21 am
intentionally or unintentionally bluebee (that is what causes some of the distress I am sure – the not knowing if they have come across foul play) – I have thought about it a lot too – why can’t they just phone or write a letter saying they are never coming back – lots to do with guilt I am sure, and thinking they will be pressured into returning.
October 19, 2011 at 11:00 pm
A very powerful poem.
When I read it first on my ipod, the text was arrange differently, very graphic!
October 20, 2011 at 8:22 am
Thanks Benedicte 🙂
October 19, 2011 at 11:37 pm
Understated, powerful, mysterious at once, not quite sure what is going on until the end. And excellent story-poem.
October 20, 2011 at 8:23 am
Your dark flash fictions might be rubbing off on me (in a good way) squirrel 🙂
October 20, 2011 at 1:46 am
Brilliant, Gabrielle! Loved the build up to the end. And your anger! Great!
Glad the anger came through adeeyoyo 😉 thanks
October 20, 2011 at 2:06 am
Wow…now this one is perfect for the upcoming Halloween…quite a dark mood to it.
October 20, 2011 at 8:25 am
I have been meaning to write a ghost poem for a while now, and with the approaching Halloween – why not! (not that we celebrate Halloween much here in Australia – though some people do, and it appears to be getting bigger each year). I just lock the house and ignore the little kiddies trick or treating – hahahaha 😉
October 20, 2011 at 2:46 am
This has the feeling of those old folk stories: they weren’t afraid of dread in those days. Fantastic piece, from the meter to the terrifyingly solid image of that cement boot anchor.
October 20, 2011 at 8:27 am
I got the initial inspiration from The Ghost (poem by Charles Baudelaire) http://www.poetry-archive.com/b/the_ghost.html I have always wanted to include a cement boot anchor in my poetry – hahahaha – thanks Kate 🙂
October 20, 2011 at 3:28 am
Wow! This is so strong I hope it is from your imagination!
October 20, 2011 at 8:32 am
You need to read my tags Stafford – I always give clues in my tags (‘no one I know’) – it is from my imagination (given that I haven’t died as yet – not to my knowledge, anyhow 😉 ) – though the character in the chair may be someone who I have stumbled across years ago – I often use snippets of real life to provide the backdrop to the poem (but I mix them up so no-one will know who they really are) – it is definitely not about me, though.
October 20, 2011 at 5:21 pm
I also love that the river appears in this… I picture the Brisbane River when I read the ‘cement-boot anchor’ reference at the end of the poem… Sadly, while this is fictional, there is alot of reality that pulses in these words.
October 21, 2011 at 8:18 am
Haha – was thinking more along the lines of the Hudson River in NY than the Brisbane river Graham (watching too much Law and Order – Criminal Intent) 🙂
October 20, 2011 at 6:04 pm
I wonder if it is a sign of the times that brilliant poetry with a social conscience like this one comes with a disclaimer!
October 21, 2011 at 8:20 am
Hi Brad – I really just wanted this one to be a basic ghost poem – not a social commentary – I think it is the last two lines giving that effect, so I might have to do a bit of rewriting – or turn it into two poems 🙂 thanks
October 21, 2011 at 5:41 pm
Yeah. The last two lines – it was there that I made a mental rewind and imagined the voice of the ghost saying something like ‘your drinking will be the death of me’. Anyway, intended or not, I enjoyed this one Gabrielle.
October 21, 2011 at 7:14 pm
haha – a nagging ghost! thanks Brad – I changed the ending to one line (got rid of the lost bit – which sounded a bit violin playing)
October 21, 2011 at 12:02 pm
that is so sharp and so good and scary but brave, bravo!
October 21, 2011 at 1:26 pm
thanks tipota 🙂
October 21, 2011 at 12:44 pm
EPIC. I love it, Gabrielle. I felt it was very gothic, very atmospheric, a good and proper ghostly tale. I hope you write more of these.
October 21, 2011 at 1:28 pm
I’d like to Selma – it was so much fun – I want to read more ghost stories too to get the hang of this type of tale 🙂 I am sure it was you that got me started on this ghost writing thing anyhow – haha – few months back (one of your ghost stories) – I always write a little note to myself to do a certain type of poem and then wait a while until the poem ferments in my brain – so thanks dude!
October 21, 2011 at 7:12 pm
Just changed the ending slightly 🙂
October 22, 2011 at 10:08 am
I think you wrote narratively about dreams like this being fairly common, and that’s what I was thinking as I read it, while getting rather scared! Amazingly evocative picture poem! Transcends its dream origins, if that’s in fact where it did originate.
October 22, 2011 at 2:57 pm
Haha – when I read it I see what you mean – it is an almost exact description of a hypnagogic hallucination, including the fact that the man is drunk and asleep in the chair and the inability to move and the feeling of terror – but I wasn’t thinking of that at all! Maybe I was subconsciously – how strange. I was just wanting to write a simple ghost tale Aletha 🙂
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