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Ystrad Fflur: Dusk

Who will ever tell or know

the unheard silent echoes

from passing lives laid low:

those ghosts of chanted psalms

once melodious in their praise

lie buried beneath the turf

within walls they helped to raise;

and who can see the cowled monks

whose ghostly whispered prayers

whose canticle or hymn

whispers through the evening's airs -

through the great stone entrance a...

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abbey   Ceredigion   dusk   ghosts   mists   monastery   monks   princes   Strata Florida   Wales   Ystrad Fflur

The Ghost of Christmas Passed

Twas the night before Christmas

When starless darkness held the night

With howling wind and sleet;

All through the house was ne'er a light

Dark, and a door that creaked

And despite the fire, twas cold as snow

Only the low fire flicker

Could lend the room a ghostly glow

And light the undecked tree.

I crept towards the bottom stair

Mouse-still and watching

A creak, a...

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Christmas   cold   couch   cushions   drowning   Father Christmas   ghosts   ice   night   snow   sofa   Xmas

When...

When I have gone

what waits this room

with its vacuum

                where I sat?

 

Does

my chair sits sightless

musing at my absence

midst space bereft

                   my music play on?

 

After I have left

ask my empty bed

all sheeted void

                about my dreams

 

Does

my mattress dent

minding my long night wraiths

maintain my ...

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death   ghosts   home   house   memories   passing   shadows

A dream itself is but a shadow

In the grey cloudlight of a pre-dawn moon

something stayed my dream

a stray insistent noise heard through sleep

the uncertain call of the hunting owl:

I am knelt naked at the window -

beneath, the frosted grass glimmers in the pale creamglow

hazy through the early swirls of mist

but not a shade or waft disturbs the spectral scene

although my flesh seems chilled by some slig...

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dreams   ghosts   Hamlet   moonlight   owls   phantasms   shades

Hen dΕ·

This old farm cottage of mine

keeps all my years safe

for it knows my secret ways

and remembers

 

There are shadows in the shadows

but in some rooms

my sons have hidden smiles

to lead me in

 

There is more solitude indoors

but here and there

she has retained a past caress

to warm me

 

The old mirror we found at market

still retains her ghost

which...

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cottage   farmhouse   memories   family   ghosts   spectres   sons   dreams

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