A Murmuring

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

Cover image: The Digital Artist on Pixabay.

A Murmuring


There’s a murmuring,

an indistinct sound.

Ears frantically searching

for words,

for meaning,

for there is something

so disquieting

about this sound.


I glance over my shoulder,

look all around,

for someone must be here with me.

Much as I so wanted

to be alone,

not seeing someone now

makes my scalp prickle,

my hands shake,

and my heart thuds like one big bass drum.


There is nobody here.

I am all alone.

So who the hell is murmuring

in my silence?


There’s no waves to blame,

no wind that’s moaning.

Nothing but these four walls

and this sibilant sound

that I just can’t quite grip.

I stumble...

I trip...


And there’s a pause,

a pregnant silence,

for this space is about to give birth

to a cacophony of sound.


It starts as a gentle thrum,

barely audible,

and I won’t accept that it’s even there,

until those voices

gabble and gargle;

still indecipherable

but I know where it’s coming from.

I know what they are.


I’m all alone,

just as I wanted;

alone with the whispers

of ghosts.

Submitted: January 16, 2021

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Mike S.

A fine poem, Hull

Sat, January 16th, 2021 7:54pm


Thanks, Mike.

Sun, February 7th, 2021 5:56am

Mike S.

A fine poem, Hull

Sat, January 16th, 2021 7:54pm


Thanks so much for giving this a read, Mike. Much appreciated.

Sun, February 7th, 2021 5:55am

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