A young lady, down on 347
somewhere between Millville and heaven
past the graveyard in the woods
a bend in the road, she sometimes stood
dressed in prom garb, waiting still
for her boyfriend, whom car crash killed
he went above, she stayed below
hoping for the car that slowed
to escort her to a party near
a tuxedoed gentleman appeared
walked toward her billowing shroud
gasped, not understanding this young girl
realizing her unearthly pall
this time, she did not disappear
or legend says, caused rumors here
in hopes to kiss her ghostly beau
but none appeared, or joined her so
and now, she reached his trembling space
he did not pull away, the lace
then saw the bright glow on her face
he did not hear the blaring horn
that joined this couple to the prom.
– Sandra Johnson, June 25, 2022
Oh.. the ending was surprising, but fitting at the same time. It’s a good read.. there was this anticipation to know what’s happening and it’s short enough to hold attention till the end. The flow was good, as was the storytelling and I especially loved the ending line.
If you don’t mind, can you please tell me more about your inspiration behind the poem? Like is it an already established urban legend or something you wrote on your own?
Hi, thanks for your comments! A good friend of mine was with her boyfriend and they did in fact see what they thought was a girl in a dress. It was their prom night. I jumped off from there. Most was my imagination. I’m fascinated with ghosts, and have other friends who’ve had paranormal experiences. But I’ve never seen any. 😃