Poetry from Will Somers

Blue-eyed Wraith

I still remember

The helmet of coppery

Hair, shining in the sun.

I can still tell you

About the heat of the

Day, as my class

Stretched our legs

At the World War II Memorial.

I saw her there,

For the first time,

And what I thought would be

The last.

But it wasn’t.


She haunted my dreams

Starting that night.

A blue eyed wraith

Staring me down

Every time I closed my eyes.

I was captivated by her

Proud, defiant eyes.

Her scarlet lips

Always beckoned me closer.

Maybe I should have

Known that I needed

To stay away.