They say it’s peripheral madness,

those shades,

those shadows

I see out of the corner of my eye.

But they are wrong;

if they stopped tut-tutting,

shaking their heads and nodding,

they too would see

wraiths creep along walls.

Too busy with their actualities to see

the realities that float beside them.

That movement you only catch the tracer of.


There is no peripheral madness;

only sideways sanity.

© Lorraine

For mlmm writing prompt 202: it’s all in the title