Ghosts at their screens


The glow of a screen,

The apparition stares.

Words appear sporadically;

raindrops  just as it begins to rain:

Drip drop, plip plop.

Sentences form themselves.

It is now over,

Time to sleep.


Silence at midnight

The silence rings in my ears.


Broken by the grinding of a gate latch,

There is the peculiar growl of a scooter;

Travelling down the brightly lit road.


But my ears ring.


The clanging of pipes.

The warren of homes with

The creaking and cracking of bones.


Nothing stops the ringing;

The midnight hour strikes,