People in their twenties, with cameras
Set to night mode, it’s like they never
Aged from when they were a teenage dreamer
Hoping to be a film maker, a director.
But instead, they’re stuck on cable
On a channel no one watches, running
Round buildings, old and derelict,
Making stories up and hoping that
Those whistles and those eerie creaks are ghosts
When all of us well know that it’s the wind
Rattling through the broken window panes.
When it’s late, and I’m too tired to take in anything that’s particularly scholarly, I sometimes like to just sit and watch those programmes where people run around abandoned buildings, claiming that they are haunted.
There is something so mindnumbingly comforting as watching something that is simultaneously interesting, frightening, funny and ridiculous. It’s either those programmes or Botched and I didn’t particularly want to write a poem about boobs.
Much Love
Rachel xx
Margot Kinberg
I know what you mean abut shows that aren’t particularly scholarly, Rachel. Sometimes the brain just needs a break, I think. And those shows are interesting in their own weird way. And hey, if there are ghosts, it’s best to be nice about them… 😉
clcouch123
Your poem is accurately descriptive of these shows. Yeah, I like them. With the ghost stories, that is, not the stories about bad boobs. I don’t know, I like getting scared at Hallowe’en. And I don’t believe in the kinds of ghosts they’re looking for so much, but (so) I think these shows are fun. What gets me is the folk looking for ghosts who encounter something and then scream and run. Shouldn’t they be happy? I guess sometimes they come up against negative spirits that can hurt, and in that case they should run. I hope you have a really fine week.
Greg Dennison
But I want to read about boobs…