The casting of wall shadows.

The casting of wall shadows.

A Poem by andrew mitchell

Come thick night
I’ve snuffed the candle
in darkened surrounds,
now shadows walk free.
Let only lightning
light your path,
and beware of walls
for they will whisper
on images cast.

© 2019 andrew mitchell


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i have seen one...there was no lightning but she was very real...and there were no whispers but the image was clear and lasted for at least 30 seconds...
this gave me a chill as well. it made me remember.
j.

Posted 6 Years Ago


Not going to lie...I got a few chills reading this. It's a very creepy poem and one I think ghosts would enjoy. In fact, they would think it was "spook-tacular"...(groan). I'll see myself out. :)

Posted 6 Years Ago


Creaks and groans will break your bones... but shadows will only scare you.
I leave lights on to discourage ghosts. So far... they still appear.. truly, Pat

Posted 6 Years Ago



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andrew mitchell
andrew mitchell

adelaide, Australia



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