Ghost Walk

As the sun went down

And darkness approached

We waited with baited breath

Then out of the shadows, A man appeared

Dressed in Edwardian clothes.

Top hat and cloak

a cane in one hand

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A medieval city, haunted with charm

As he started his curious tales,

With a whisper of caution,

And an evil laugh

The story starts to unfold.

We strain to hear his words.

We look for ghosts in silence

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Quietly walking through cobbled streets

Straining to see in the dark

Mist rises up from the ground

A eerie silence rests upon us

We stop by a vacant shop

And in the window a flickering light

A blood curdling sound from above

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Heart beating fast, holding my breath

A cold damp feeling touches my neck

Sends shivers down my spine

As I peer through my fingers

The shadows dance around

In the flaming light

I wonder what is next

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Then the wickedest of laughs

Resonates through my head

As the flickering flame disappears

And out of the shadows steps

Our guide with a smile and says

There no ghosts here tonight.

Worth getting up for

This is the sort of morning that

The dew sparkles on the grass

The sun shines through the trees

Casing elongated shadows

Adorning the deep leaf carpet

The nip in the air tingles on the lips

Spider’s webs wait, hang between trees

Holding diamond droplets of dew

Waiting to stick to my face

Water bubbles and trickles

Gently meandering downstream

Birds gentling singing

In the canopy above

I stand in the warm sun

And close my eyes

It could almost be summer

Then the nip of the air

Tingles on my lips

And I remember autumn has arrived

And this is a day

Worth getting up for.

Conquering the dark

Dark is everywhere

No hiding from it

Peeking around each corner

Engulfing, consuming me

Sound of silence is haunting

Stillness, no breath of air

No tick of a clock,

No owls hooting

The dead of the night

Darkly mysterious

Eerily touching me

Shards of moonlight,

Stream through the curtain

Dancing on the walls

Shadows disturb me

Not a moment to relax

My guard is up

What will worry me next?

The silence?

The darkness?

The shadows?

Will my fear go?

One deep breath

Slowly released

As I conquer the dark.

Riding again

So today’s Napowrimo’s  challenge was to write a poem that involves an urgent journey and an important message.

morning light

It was on this day, in nineteen fifteen

A man with a hood, saddled his horse,

He rode through the land, as the moon was high

Shadows and darkness were all around.

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The horse took up speed, down muddy tracks

Galloping through dense forests and streams

The man with the hood, pushed on through the night

He was desperate to beat the first light.

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Before the dawn broke, was the end of the ride,

The message delivered intact.

As he looked in the distance,

Darkness was changing, the light appearing too fast

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Pushing his horse to gather speed

The destination was now in sight

And on the horizon, the dawn was breaking

The house appeared at last.

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Dismounting his steed, removing his hood,

His face was all twisted and drawn,

A white form appeared, ‘your too late, I got here first’

The message was loud and clear.

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The man with the hood, with a howl of dismay

Snarled,  his delivery was too late again,

Beaten by the angel, all covered in white

Death would need to go riding again.

Clinging on

In the dark of the wood

the torch shone the way

lighting the path

casting shadows all around

from the corner of my eye

I see a dark shape hanging

I glance, its just fluff

I glance again its a thread

I shine my torch towards it

Its hanging from my hat

I swipe with my fingers

and look again

its a spider clinging on

joining me on my journey

I wish it well

and leave it on a dark branch

to find its own journey.