ALL ACTION HALTED

Here are the third and fourth poems in the sequence of moving house that started last post. This third deals with the conceit of ghosts of memory. 

3. DISINFESTATION

before the house sale was agreed

buyers demanded the ghosts be removed

so contractors were appointed

the workers arrived to divest the property

loading reluctant spectres into sealed skips

driving them away to wherever unwanted memories languish

that ambushing taste on the tongue

a face half glimpsed in the crowd

the 4am telephone that rings and rings and rings

I liked the idea of calling in some form of pest removal to fumigate the property of ghosts. The last one I wrote, if I'm not mistaken, as we waited for the money to go through.

4. WAITING

he tells me at some point

it will happen

because it always does

you will end up sitting on the stairs

all action halted

until the money is transferred

from that bank to another bank

and this house ceases to be your home

while another

somewhere else

equally empty

assumes the title

as you unlock its front door

you will hope it will be a happy house

I think as a poet I tend to draw on personal experience and attempt to make it more applicable to all. 

Here's an old song by R Dean Taylor.

Until next time.