Ghosts of Lake Bonneville
Grey shadows of footsteps on oolite sands
shifting shoreline defines that which remains
behind, of a great inland sea, of a man
fading between realms, his earthly gains
seized, forgotten; buried treasures he stole
as nude corpses shivered in the graveyard
hoarding rotted clothing, pawning off gold
until arrested, convicted, sentenced & barred
from life. Only green phytoplankton blooms
& circling sea gulls observed his fate,
his final hours in the lake which consumes
snow-tears of the mountains, never sated.
Migrating birds leaves cycles of silence.
His soul walks alone, forever banished.
-Deborah P Kolodji
Mythic Delirium #4, March 2001
This was written during my ghost phase, which also resulted in Ghost of the Palace Library, which I read for the SFPA Halloween Poetry Reading. If you haven't dropped by and listened to some of these poems yet, what are you waiting for?