Ghosts bristle from the grimy
grout of cobbles and tiles. Foot
-paths, the Ouija board. Feet
pulled by forces to trace, decrypt
names. Whispers just audible
to haunted ears. Pedestrians
strollers and filth, endless
streets. My mind an accomplice
a terrified toddler, curious
climbs the steps toward the attic
a house planted on dead memories.
Eyes catch shadows, shoes
read the Braille of faces. Shades
surface beneath my boots, blacken
the soles on the sullen trail,
a ghost-infested city.
Ali Alizadeh’s latest book is Ashes in the Air (UQP, 2011), shortlisted for the Prime Minister’s Literary Award, Poetry. His next novel will be published by UQP in 2013. He is a Lecturer in Creative Writing at Monash University. He has a website:
Great imagery created in this piece. I feel the poets tone, and I see his technique. Very good work.
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