The Midding Ghost

In death as in life,
always on the outside
looking in, skirting the crowd.

Avoiding the loud,
I listen through a cloud:
I am the midding ghost –

just haunting, not lost.

Kim M. Russell, 27th April 2021

woman holding behind curtain

Image by Steinar Engeland on Unsplash

My response to NaPoWriMo Day Twenty-Seven

Today’s challenge is to write a poem inspired by an entry from the Dictionary of Obscure Sorrows, some of which should strike a chord with us or get us thinking about defining an in-between, minor, haunting feeling that we, and that does not yet have a name.

11 thoughts on “The Midding Ghost

  1. I like it a lot, Kim. A lot of us are, or were, like this. I find as I grow older I get a little bolder, telling stories of earlier life and times, and so on (etc.).
    BTW, I posted on NaPoWriMo eleven minutes after you, two up.

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