paranormal · poetry · writing

She Who Stalks

Globules of rain
hit the window
panes sloshing

Day has not yet broken
the sun held captive
unforgiving clouds

A ghostly figure
perches mid tree
leers eyeless

I recognize
feline contours
fearless slink

A daemon stalker
We’ve wrestled before
Have I summoned her?

She shifts
haunches easing
into pounce

Not today, Lord
I pray aloud
Not today!

(for Eugi’s Causerie weekly prompt: ghostly. Image my own)

22 thoughts on “She Who Stalks

  1. Wonderful poem. I have only just found out where the Like button is on your posts, andbthe place to comment. I want to be able to read more of your blog now. I had not really realused your own plight in life. Thankyou for writing about it. I must watch out for your posts. Thankyou for reading a d commenting on mine. That means a lot.

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    1. The term “daemon” originates from Greek mythology. They were thought of as lesser gods – not bad in terms of modern religion – more mischievous. Their purpose, as I understand it, is to shake us from our complacency. I have encountered this being in my dreams frequently and one other time in waking reverie. Mixed blessing, I’d say – don’t need anything else to deal with right now, lol.

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