A poem I wrote for my creative writing club, incorporating all three prompts: water, ghost story, and what makes me laugh. While dams are dangerous, It's hard not to laugh at the little stick figure who looks to be kart-wheeling in the water.
pastel yellows, pinks, blues
reflect in the still water
bordered by gray slabs,
as the sun rises over
the river and the dam
and the sign that says
Danger!
Hazardous
Recirculating
Currents
Can Trap And
Drown
Victims!
all seems calm, as
the dew-covered rocks
slowly dry in the sun;
little white flowers
and tall green grasses
wave in the wind
that vultures glide upon,
calling to each other;
these birds belong here -
to feast on drying fish
who get stuck in
shrinking pools of water;
you don’t belong here -
at least,
your body doesn’t -
pale, cold skin,
wet, tangled hair,
and blood on
the large rocks
looming under the dam;
your body doesn’t belong here -
the vultures will take care of that -
eating the stinking flesh,
leaving pretty little white stones
for others to stumble upon;
but your spirit? -
that belongs here -
you can join me here