Western Poetry posted July 2, 2015

This work has reached the exceptional level
circa 1872-A Ghost's Tale

Aunt Lucy's Saloon

by krys123

This brass bed, dusty, still shines
and the springs stay silent
while the mattress, wilted and lumpy,

no longer harvests its customers
like they did before.

Tonight the rooms will be empty;
lost in the breeze of the curtains
flowing gently
in a misty sun room
showered in dust.

The creaking stairs still groan
under the crooked wooden slats
like they used to
when there was rhythm
of sweet bliss
that echoed
in these once perfumed rooms.

The free falling flow of the webs
on the corners of the ceiling
now embroider the walls.
The end tables lack their luster
and the Bibles, withered, torn and yellowed,
are still in the drawers,
like when the laughter 
made the sighs even more pleasant.

There are no morning's to wake to,
for the sun has set here
a long time ago

and I with it.


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