The Ghost at Shibden Hall

The Ghost at Shibden Hall
the halls are empty now –
the bed is no longer slept in,
the table is empty at breakfast,
the sure quick steps are stilled.
only the scratching of her pen is heard
and the whispers to her lover.
A presence is seen,
palely like light through a lace curtain.
six months dead before she arrived again home.
courage, she whispers.
be strong…
I rise above…
the slide of black silk on floors,
the generous laugh,
the clink of teacup against saucer…
a passing reflection in the window.
snow falls gently outside.
there’s a ghost at Shibden Hall.

4 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. Misky
    Jun 03, 2019 @ 05:20:39

    We’re watching this on telly right now. It’s very good

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    • kanzensakura
      Jun 03, 2019 @ 06:39:02

      Lol. I am addicted. I wrote this at the request of a friend. Anne Lister was quite a rounder, hey?

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      • Misky
        Jun 03, 2019 @ 16:28:47

        Have you read about her on Wikipedia?

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        • kanzensakura
          Jun 03, 2019 @ 16:35:28

          I actually have her diary. I learned about her several years ago and admired her strength of character. I identified with her because she went full tilt into a world of men which is basically what I did when a chef and an engineer.

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