A Typical Winter Night
Ghost
take hold and glow
I shout out
the last of your many names
and wait
this hour here in the dark
to catch you in a
slide like a falling moon
sinking through the branches of a dead tree
reflect yourself in the glass of a window
a glance and then go in
your house
the one just across the street
2/3/22
Claudia McGill Writes Poetry, Did You Know That? 
This is lovely! The ghost of many names.
(There’s a whole string of photo ads below your post. I’ve never seen that before.)
Yes. My poetry blog is the free WP version with ads.
It was just strange how they were displayed. 🙂
Nice one! Now I’m wondering if the ghost was intended for the house across the street or if you failed to catch it as it slid down…
Or is the house across the street mine? Ghost come in! Oh how I love ambiguity! And ghosts. I have never come close to thinking I had seen one, and I wish it would happen sometime.
I love this poem. The way you describe the ghost as something fleeting and shifting, like a change in the light and shadow glimpsed from the corner of an eye, is really spectacular.
Thank you. I feel more and more (especially at this time of year when nights are long) that spirits, or ghosts, or some kind of other world, slips into our own a lot more than I ever thought.