Ouija

In darkened room,

looms death and gloom,

hovering overhead.

I feel a shudder, then a twitch,

as I lay upon my bed.

 

The night before,

behind closed door,

around our table sat.

A few of us, some poor, some rich,

and our favourite Ouija mat.

 

Time’s begun.

Let’s have some fun.

Reach loved ones we have yearned.

‘Round the table without a hitch,

as we move glasses upturned.

 

Look up there!

Long golden hair.

My mum in hologram.

Wearing gown, black as pitch;

she’s here? Oh no, God damn.

 

It took not long.

Visions so strong.

Is this real or a trap?

I laughed so hard I got the stitch;

All codswallop and crap!

 

 

Paige Elizabeth Turner

Paige writes across a variety of genres, but prefers to concentrate on her crime / mystery series featuring Private Investigator Olivia Watts and her Watts Happening? Investigations agency. Also dabbling in poetry, Paige produces emotive verse from romance through to environmental issues. Writing is her lifeblood, but as experienced by many writers, there’s a shortfall of financial nutrients feeding the blood.

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