In the amphitheatre of shadows.

In writing for

an audience of ancient ghosts,

the metaphysical shivers

echoed through

the chambers of minds

holding the memories

of those that now

walk through darkened corridors

over hollow grounds.

In the amphitheatre of shadows

a little church,

a group of tombstones

dressed in lichen moss

talk of the occasion.

Reviews

[emmajoy]

'... of those that now - walk through darkened corridors - over hollow grounds. '

Is so often in the hidden corners of place and mind, recognition of the truth is most acute. Takes more than a brief glance to understand what's been and gone. Such a sensitive yet logically laid post, andrew.

[andrew mitchell]

Thank you Em for your kind words.

[emmajoy]

Meant them..