Category: Ghosts
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Hallow… ‘Eck! Monstr!
Through the crack in the fabric of time, escaped another Inner Being of mine, not as friendly as Thomasina it’s said, this Inner Being’s one of the Living Dead. Not the full Inner Zombie we know, nor the Vampyr that likes to lie low, nor the Ghost that likes to shock, but the one with…
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Hallow… eek! Thomasina!!
She roams as free as a little birdNary uttering a single wordAs worlds collide and dimensions shiftShe escapes through an open rift From one’s mind’s eye to the eyes of othersShe appears 3D dear sisters, brothersOut in the Grinds she wanders fairDark cloak bellowing beneath high hair High hair, bad hair, hair the samePlonked atop…
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Sublime Anticipation: Time Yet?
The Grandfather Clock begins to chime Is it? Is it time? Inaudible whispers through empty rooms echo silently; breathlessly And if anyone was present to hear the answer, would they? I’m here. I say, within my mind. I’m here. Is it time? Nothing. Or maybe not quite? Whispers on the wind reveal… How can it…
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Faces in the Lake
They’re there if you look, Look closer and see The Lake Spirit’s faces Or is it just me? Some look quite human Others appear to be elves But they are clearly there And I can count twelve Some aren’t as clear And some overlap Some are like ghosts And one’s like a cat There’s a…
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The Lions of the Grinds
So there I was, at the old Stone Gateway at the far end of the Grinds, face to face with a pair of lions. They didn’t seem to be particularly bothered that I was there, instead they sat, staring forwards… well one sat, the other lay. If they didn’t blink on the odd occasion, I’d…
The Mansionic Perspective 