The mantle piece Ghost returns from the far side.

Fireside thoughts

warmed by recollection

of what was

now lie in coals

burning to ashes.

I stoke the fire

to stir, to rekindle

the memories to relive

what was once,

but now no more.

Within the manor of mind

haunted travellers meander

through a decaying period,

an outing within a historic mind.

Reviews

[Tamika]

This is written extremely well. I love how metaphoric it is, but yet it is still so clear with telling the story. This poem is painful to read yet very enjoyable due to the way you play with words.

[andrew mitchell]

Thank you very much Tamika:)