The memory cruise of ghostly thoughts.

Upon the grave
memories blossom falls
where emotions from
a tide less sea
remain motionless
up the staircase to the attic.
The fox of thoughts
journeys over
the steps of hounds
of phantasms dead
where the kite is grounded,
but the ill wind still blows.
In the haunted corners
of the mind, eye sockets empty,
the skull looks on
through the windows
of a broken soul
at a hanging and other
ghost tales of antiquary
lying before the confessions
of a ghost hunter.
In the birth of a thin ghost -
a fragmented memory
and the relics
that hang from it;
one takes a stroll.

Reviews

[Chris Shaw]

Sent shivers down my spine. Loved the idea of memories blossom and a tide less sea. Thoroughly haunting Andrew.

Chris

[andrew mitchell]

Thank you so much Chris. Will return the love soon.

[Chris Shaw]

Take care Andrew. Be safe and well.

[andrew mitchell]

You too in covid times!

[Chris Shaw]

Will do. Keeping a low profile. Spending far more time at home and in the garden :)