Burglars please leave Nothing to take from this place Only old ghosts & cobwebs
Our newsletter documenting life at DARP through a different resident. This week is Fibi. Check out her website at www.fibicowley.myportfolio.com
I am the ghost of Michael House School.Â
IÂ am the light that turns on in the evening
without you asking it to Â
and i am the thing that bats at the window,
sounding like its scratching to get in,Â
and Itooam haunted.Â
The inhabitants of this houseÂ
think I’m an apparition. Â
Those eight legged, winged specters
hover around me in possessed-bug-host-bodies,Â
curious, but disturbed.Â
In the dark, I look expectantly at reflective windows
waiting to see ghoulish faces.Â
Instead I see my own, a friendly poltergeist. Â
I shift the furniture around for my own amusement
And sift through detritus-debris carefully
to put it back as though i never touched it.Â
I am the ghost of Michael house school.Â
I am living where the living left off,Â
they scarpered and took all the good stuff.Â
A squatter in a foreign timescale,Â
I walk through the ruins
and sleep within the house’s bones,Â
clinging on where companions left off
in a place halfway across the threshold of here and not.