I hear the ghost beat.

In the spectrum

of a haunting

I 'm on

the ghost beat,

in the spiral dive

of death colours;

greys, blacks and

dirty whites,

they

transform the coverage

over monolith grounds

where the gravel

underfoot is crushed

beneath autumn falls.

I'm on 

the ghost beat,

through the grounds

of ethereal sounds

I find the trails

of decaying moments

relived by the living

travelling the barriers

of memories past

trapped in this 

peripheral world

I find..

I am now

the ghost beat.

Reviews

[Chris Shaw]

A haunting from the past. Memories bringing back black, greys and dirty white images. I imagined someone walking and having their thinking interrupted by this intrusion. Ghosts do that. They filter through when least expected. Atmospheric write Andrew.

Chris

[andrew mitchell]

Thanks Chris for your kind review.:)