Poetry is just the evidence of life. If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash. Leonard Cohen

Saturday, March 19, 2011

The Ouija Board

A gaggle of giggling girls
We gather again
Sit in a circle
Behind a closed door
On the cold, pink bathroom tile

We are
By our leader
And owner of the game
Made to remember and repeat
Our oaths

The question is posed
The light switch is flipped
     then DARKNESS
Nervous laughter

We gently place our finger tips on the pointer
And wait
Our heartbeats pounding loudly in our ears
And quickly in our still boyish chests

Ever so slowly
The pointer begins to move...

submitted for Magic in the Backyard's Wish Jar


Unknown said...

Brings back memories of pre-adolescent fun.

M. A. S. said...

I never knew about this giggling girl culture of Ouija boards. It does bring bake vivid memories -So great when a poem can do that!- But my Ouija board memories are much more serious. I can't believe I've never written anything about them.
You are indeed an inspiration!

Anonymous said...

we always do that when i was like 10 or 8 years younger..we thought it really moved because of the spirits, but it was only my playmate who moved it.
(please do visit my blog, thanks) :)

Lolamouse said...

M.A.S. Had some serious ones too, but they didn't lend themselves to a poem!