Not Homeless

A penny shiny from the gutter
she stoops to pick
places auspice in her pocket
passing people on the pavement
like a ghostly apparition
passing through an open door
escapes into the vellichor*
of shadowed selves in memory’s mist
who greet her on Halloween
at Harry’s Magic bookshop.


*vellichor: The wistfulness of a second-hand bookshop.

Eugi's Weekly Prompt - "Halloween"
Punam's RDP Saturday - "Apparition"
Sammi's WWP #233 - 48 words exactly, ""Vellichor"
Top Image credit: sergio omassi from Pexels
Bottom Image Credit: RDP Saturday

Author: dorahak

The unearned splendor of being means we can always meet on a common plane of gratitude, aiming in conversation, art, or writing towards “something understood.”

17 thoughts on “Not Homeless”

  1. Oooh! An intriguing narrative here, like the opening scene of a spooky film. I really liked the lines:

    “places auspice in her pocket”
    “shadowed selves in memory’s mist”

    The accompanying images also complement your poem so well 🙂

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    1. Dear Rochelle,

      I think she’s more at home with the “selves” she sees in the books than in the world. Appreciate your reading and commenting, my friend. Have a wonderful week ahead!

      Shalom u’vracha,
      Dora

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