Tag: ghosts

On Church Street

Shortly after closing time
outside my unknown church -
feeling a stone's frore
off dead men and women
upright as chiselled recalls

and staring - all - in disbelief
at that zealous parish priest
who dolls up as a spectre
A welcome departure
from his-biking leathers?

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No Rest

Do not tarry for too many minutes
below Chanctonbury's decimated
circle of silvered-skin beech trees
They were planted without regard
for any long-term fixing agreement
set fast to grow by a man's measures
of water on their fragile root . . .

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A Ghost Story

Up at five with the ghost
who is an hour ahead -
not one for the clock's
change - she lets light in//
She leaves her stew of scent
on my stiff right fingers -
as if marking out extents
upon me// She squats
upon my vice-set thighs -
her other working . . .

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