Alexander's Ghost

Alexander's Ghost
Jessica Marie

I wrote this free verse poem back in 2012 and posted it to my Blogger account. It received wonderful responses such as "Neat poem and good pictures. :)" that I wanted to include it on Writing.com for the Writing.com community to enjoy. Enjoy a poem about my favorite mobile by Alexander Calder, as found in the Philadelphia Museum of Art.


translucent spectre

floats freely on the ceiling

everyone in awe.


Free-floating, suspended in air;

The statue, back arched, stares.

White tiles coupled with gray wire,

"ooh"s and "ahh"s never tire.

Below the spectre, awaits

hustling-bustling, lines straight

or curving in and out.

The droning and humming, the shouts--

another day in the city, away

from the heat and humidity, stay;

this ghost was created for you,

for Alexander lived here too.

The god father of mobiles,

illuminations of grays and teals,

reds, whites, blues and yellow--

such a colourful fellow.


This ghost will wait for you,

with magnificent stories too;

grab the pale white tiles;

let your imagination stay awhile.