Ghosts In The Mandolin

I strummed the ghosts
in the mandolin strings
until I felt them dancing
through my fingers.

You were there in the song
forgiving me for goodbye
and that was enough to wash
the tear stains from a July night.

©Susie Clevenger 2014

Marian at Real Toads had us dancing with Paul McCartney


Kerry O'Connor said…
This is lovely, Susie. It speaks to me of forgiveness and endurance.
Susan said…
Strumming the ghosts! I wonder if previous owners also leave their signatures there? I find this a very hopeful, loving piece.
Marian said…
oh, this is seemingly so simple that i thought it would say "saying goodbye" but no! it's "forgiving me for goodbye." that something entirely different... love it.
Sherry Blue Sky said…
WOW! A spectacular write, Susie. I can hear the mandolin, and I feel the tears drying up. Beautifully expressed.
Ella said…
Oh, how tender this is!~ I love it, Susie!
Grace said…
I love the perspective of ghostly mandolin & that ending, forgiving me for goodbye, washing tear strains ~