Size / / /

White irises float on the darkening air
like ghosts of sturdier flowers,

far less substantial than the child
I almost saw through doors

and windows of the old house,
disappearing out of sight too fast

for me to grab more than a glimpse
of legs and curly hair. The ghost boy

at 3am can't have been real, running
through a daylit house I lived in years ago

but far too much like truth
revealed in a mystery.

I'm scared to sleep tonight.
What if he finds me here?




Jenny's poems and stories have appeared in Australian Poetry Journal, Cosmos Magazine, The Pedestal Magazine and more. In late 2013, Pitt Street Poetry published an illustrated pamphlet of her cat poems, The Duties of a Cat.
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