Perturbed spirits.

Did the ghost have murderous intent on its mind?

While the mirror had the power grasping the living,

but had no recollection of memories

only reflecting what was now.

On church bells tolling loudly,

the ghostly gathering of hollows speaks,

below grey graveyard yawns

on standing monoliths leaning oblique.

As blackened skies lie in debate

coughed by winds cold

the phlegm of  congestion

is plagued by shadows.

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

wow, i was envisioning Hamlet in the tomb...and his soliloquy....

[andrew mitchell]

thank you j, something a little dark for a change!

[Coyote Poetry]

A nice tale written in the poetry. I wanted to know and read more. Thank you Andrew for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote