Puttering and Pondering

Chased away from all the rooms in the house
By ghosts that will not share
I’m left with the garden shed
Puttering and pondering
Kicking my heels up in the dust
Of forgotten gardens and beds

Is there a way to excise the threat
Or to find comfort
In the unexpected, the gluttonous
The spectre that wants to claim all

When I take the chance
And return at dusk
Will I haunt the halls like the forgotten
Or will I be the one
To throw open the windows
To breathe fresh life starting again