This poem came out of the October 4, 2011 Poetry Fishbowl. It was inspired by a prompt from ariestess. It has been sponsored by rix_scaedu. You can read more about the Monster House series on the Serial Poetry page.
Once when I was playing in the yard
with the little old lady ghost watching me,
the minister and his wife walked by.
"Should you be out here alone, sweetie?"
the minister said to me.
I glanced back at the porch
where the little old lady ghost
sat on the porch swing, swaying slowly.
"I'm not," I said.
"Look, dear," said his wife,
"the little blind girl
has a guardian angel."
So they went away
without making any more of a fuss,
leaving me to my game
and the little old lady ghost --
who hasn't any wings! --
rocking on the porch swing.
see the strangest things.