Home page Date index
Index of titles Index of first lines
Index of forms PDF version of this poem
Concordance Random poem
Slanting Lines
That scratching? A poltergeist behind the skirting?
Don’t be silly, that’s just a branch of the tree outside, scraping the window.
That waft of scent? A malodourous revenant?
Don’t be silly, that’s just the bin—needs emptying.
That knocking? Footsteps in the next room?
Don’t be silly, that’s just the plumbing—a pipe heating up.
That breath of air? A passing presence?
Don’t be silly, that’s just a draught from the door.
That tiny movement in the corner? The hem of an emerging apparition?
Don’t be silly, that’s … omigod, it’s a cockroach! Help! Help!