Dead (or alive)

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She appeared as stream and gliding sun,
unaware that her legs had come undone.
‘Goodness gracious! woman get out, this
is my apartment!’ Her laughter, sang asΒ 
though a thousand bells.

“No bar of soap could clean that mouth
of yours! Go, get cherry peppers stuffedΒ 
with mozzarella and basil.” I gasp whileΒ 
she goes through my satchel.

‘Enough!’ with anger bottled up inside I
managed a smile. ‘Now, that you’re here
tell me does it bother you often that you
have no feet?’ I observed as she flew out
the window, howling down the street.



Photo credits:Β Pinterest

I chose to write inspired by, ‘People who don’t know they’re dead: how they attach
themselves to unsuspecting bystanders and what to do about it’ by Gary Leon Hill.

Posted for Sunday Mini Challenge @ Real Toads

and posted on the Poetry Pantry @ Poets United

& Posted on Monday Writes @ My Blog – Verses


62 Replies to “Dead (or alive)”

  1. Bwahahaha! I love their exchange, how normal and at the same time bizarre their behavior is. More than anything, I love the cherry peppers and the final question. Thank you for this delicious laugh, Sanaa. πŸ˜€

    1. My pleasure, Magaly ❀️ so glad you liked it πŸ˜€ Thank you for the inspiring prompt ❀️

  2. Nice rapport there between she-chef and the she-wolf sprite ; she didnt even stay for dinner

    giggles and smiles!!! nice one Sanaa

    much love…

  3. Snap! We chose the same title and you’ve made a lovely job of it, Sanaa! I love the lines:
    ‘She appeared as stream and gliding sun,
    unaware that her legs had come undone’.

  4. A smart and interesting way, to end your prose poem, Sanaa. which I love. As some people /ghosts just hate to be reminded of their shortcomings. Hmm, wonder, if that was a bad pun, given how this poem ends.

  5. What an imagination you have! I’m smiling broadly after reading this little delight of a poem.

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