The Curse

The curse of the pharaohs
haunts through the years.
Be careful what you touch
in the antique hutch.

A cat in play
gets stung in the hay.

Close is the ghost
that can throw you some pain.
knocking at your door,
stalking the floors.

Do you take the gift given?
Do you throw it to the side?
Is it a big hot potato?
A thorn in your side?

Pouring oil on troubled waters.
It is the curse
falling ill as a bystander.
Treading water in the kill.
Reading Tomino's Hell.

Sunken in decline
Mothered in detention.
A moth beating it's wings on my window.

There is a plague on the lose
says the grey goose,
nose in the air.

Close is the ghost that can
do you some pain
The curse of the pharaohs
upon you.

A subtle little death
Raps at your door.
It may show up in slippers
with mummy beads.

It is so close
So historically present.
Dissipating like the very
vapor drifting.

It's a giveaway.
Be careful what you touch.


© 14 Sep 2016 Sonja J. Johnston