Also, today I'm posting my response to the prompt on the incredible Ashley's blog: "Not all haunted places are houses." She's been posting these prompts all summer, but this the last one of the season. Head on over to her blog and leave some comment love and a follow!! She's seriously awesome and hilarious.
I was inspired to write a poem. Which is kind of scary for me, because I've never published any poetry of mine on my blog. I've been writing poetry since seventh grade (that's about five years), and I've written hundreds of poems...probably only about 8% could even be called decent. But, I digress! Here is what I came up with:
(ALSO: warning, I don't really use punctuation in my poetry. If that bothers you, no worries, just thought I'd warn you before my grammar nazis have heart attacks.)
Butterflies by Anne Marie J. Schlueter
I watched as they spun around
The sparks that issued from their touch
burnt my skin
But she did not see
all she could feel were the butterflies
he poured into her veins
Spinning, spinning, spinning
dizzifying magic that scared me
retreated to a corner
alone, cold, scared
But he did not see
all he could feel were the butterflies
lifting them up
and carrying them away
I looked above the whole time
as they spun between the clouds
with a gust of wind, winter came
driving them apart
falling to the ground
I stood below, trying to catch
But she did not see
all she could feel were the butterflies
shattering into a thousand pieces
the impact exploding in his heart
Breaking, breaking, breaking
disgust that I was right all along
tried to fix, desperate, scared
But he did not see
all she could feel were the butterflies
now ghosts haunting their hearts
I watched as their hearts turned into haunted houses
filled with regret, filled with hurt
Not all haunted places are houses--
hearts will serve just fine
Butterflies tickled their insides
sending sparks of pain through their bodies
Making them blinder than before
all they can feel are the butterflies
ghosts of what they once knew
