innocence ghosting – Manic Mondays

innocence ghosting

we skipped the crown
humming
flew away
it was later
that her face
turned pale
she said,
 there is no truth
let her be sixteen
eyes open
might just as well’ve
be closed
her face ghostly pale
and so it was

~kat

A Black Out Poem for Manic Monday Three-Way Prompt inspired by the word “Ghostly”, the photo above and the song below with black out.

Whiter Shade Of Pale

We skipped the light fandango
Turned cartwheels ‘cross the floor
I was feeling kinda seasick
But the crowd called out for more
The room was humming harder
As the ceiling flew away
When we called out for another drink
The waiter brought a tray

And so it was that later
As the miller told his tale
That her face, at first just ghostly
Turned a whiter shade of pale

She said, ‘There is no reason’
And the truth is plain to see
But I wandered through my playing cards
And would not let her be
One of sixteen vestal virgins
Who were leaving for the coast
And although my eyes were open
They might have just as well’ve been closed

And so it was that later
As the miller told his tale
That her face, at first just ghostly
Turned a whiter shade of pale

And so it was that later

Songwriters: Gary Brooker / Keith Reid / Matthew Fisher
A Whiter Shade of Pale lyrics © T.R.O. Inc.