Her house was a shadow
Pressed against an oil-streaked sky
As if it edged against a mass of inverted stars
Inside, I remember only drab greys
Sparse, worn furnishings
Snapshots from another era
I came with two of my cousins
Sequestered in the living room
Without a television
In the sickly glow of gaslights
The rest of the house was even darker
As if it had been consumed
By the ghost of her dead husband
One night on a dare
I slipped into back of the house
Mrs. Whitman was creaking slowly up the stairs
She rarely spoke and wore her features lifeless
I tried to steal a glance up into her bedroom
But darkness swathed the doorway
Like open-armed wraiths
That night felt different
I ran back to the living room
And wrapped myself
In the abysmal warmth of overly starched sheets
Pressed in a palate with my cousins
After that night
I never saw Mrs. Whitman again
My parents told me
She’d fallen from her bedroom window
Startled by a rat
But I know the truth…
(I feel awful today so I don’t know if I will be as prolific as usual but I did manage to write this. Its a true story but since I was so young its obviously been embellished with my fear!)
22 thoughts on “Mrs. Whitman”
what a memory to have. it obviously left a huge impression, and you retold it well. i was nervous for you…
Thank you. It definitely left an impression.
“Her house was a shadow
Pressed against an oil-streaked sky”
this is a great descriptive line. but the memory is definitely a frightening one!
Thank you very much =) It definitely was frightening, it still gives me the chills thinking on it.
it was a gripping read…
I am glad you thought so =) Thank for your comment!
very masterful delivery,
Thanks for linking to poets rally.
I enjoy the rallys very much =) Thank you so much for your compliments and the like
I read this fast at first, then I went back and read it slowly. WoW! This is quite powerful and a frightening memory at that.
You penned it beautifully.
Thanks for sharing.
I am so glad you enjoyed it =) Thank you so much for visiting my site
I can tell from the brilliance of this poem that the experience will remain strong in your memory! Certainly put shivers down my back!
Wow thank you for your kind words! Its an experience I won’t soon forget that’s for sure.
what a story you’ve told. great write
I am so glad you enjoyed it =)
Yes, a truly guilt filled write and I felt it.
I pray you peace in this.
Thank you very much =) Don’t worry I didn’t hurt Mrs. Whitman!
interesting and captivating story 🙂
Thank you so much and thank you for reading =)
“but i know the truth”…..
this line reminds me of the movie title “Don’t Say A Word” with an equally interesting tagline “I’ll Never Tell”…
an interesting story….great, brilliant poem 🙂
Thank you very much on both accounts =) I haven’t seen that movie but if its a good horror movie worth watching let me know lol
Chilling and written in a spookily beautiful way.
I like your compliment, thanks =)