Ghost of the Maestro by Elly Farrelly

I sometimes wonder which kind you would be:
not the flaccid flapping sheet with painted eyes
nor the headless knight who wanders endlessly
through solitary castle walls.
I think of you more as the graveyard type
with tangled hair and clumps of earth
clinging to your unironed shroud
leading them all a merry Danse Macabre.
Bringing the rattling bones in right on cue
beating time as the banshees rise
their voices joined as one
in a hellish howling crescendo.
Because that’s what you’ve always done.
And it wouldn’t be like you to let
a little thing like Death
get in your way.

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Elly Farrelly lives in Glasgow and works in education. Her poems have been published in journals including The Glasgow Review of Books, Message in a bottle and Atrium and have been included in three anthologies. As well as writing poetry she is also a songwriter and performing musician. You can find more of her work on: www.ellyfarrelly.co.uk

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