Guest Poet 7 - Siofra Martin - Ghost

(Here is our seventh guest poet, a excellent young Irish poet Siofra Martin who I first met in Bantry in Ireland in 2010).

As I walked through the cold
Dark divide
My breathing hushed
I stepped inside

Through clouds of breath and mist and steam
The construct I entered was not as it seemed

I was not alone
There was something there
I felt icy fingers
Touching my hair

Through clouds of breath and mist and steam
A flicker, a shimmer, a pearly white gleam

Near silence in the building
The only sounds to be heard
Were footsteps creaking
And barely-said-words

Through clouds of breath and mist and steam
I saw the spectre, was this a dream?

My body paralysed
With encroaching fear
As a name was whispered
Right in my ear

Through clouds of breath and mist and steam
My vocal chords loosed an inhuman scream


(Siofra Martin is a student studying in Ireland and as a poet was chosen for Eurochild in 2009. Some more of her poetry can be read here)