The sun shone down that memorable day
As we walked a secluded path.
Wild garlic scented the atmosphere
Whilst colour and pattern
Provided by wild flowers
Led the way,
Mystical was the path.
Uphill we ascended gradually
Unknown was our journey.
The fun of not knowing added intrigue,
Excitement made
Pushed us forward further.
Left, an old brick wall too high to look over
Right, trees and shrub rose from the road below.
A clearing in view, a wooden bridge
Pictures we did take whilst over the moat,
A large gated archway through which
The picture transformed,
The grounds of a castle stood before us.
The sun shone down that memorable day
As we walked within and around.
Castle walls surrounded, crumbled in places.
Dressed gardens graced the right,
Standing centre place tall and proud
Cooks' fireplace now open to the elements.
Small cottages to the left, holiday rentals if t'is your desire
Castle included,
What a room with a view!
On spiral staircases our adventure continued
Within castle walls we wandered.
Hidden rooms were found embellished
As if a long time ago.
Memories brought to life by mannequins
Depicting room use once upon a time, then,
Parapets we walked as the sun shone down that memorable day.
On this fine day we sat on green green grass
Ice cream in hands.
Carefully we licked melted treats running down sides of cones
As if in competition with the suns rays.
A noise so distinct suddenly called from up high,
Twas crows circling as if expectant.
Calmness graced though with a sense of urgency.
"She's here, she's here!"
Messages seemed to travel on through,
The peace no longer tranquil
Black feathered messengers continued to call.
Unsettled I chose to explore some more,
The dungeons visited not yet
I entered alone.
The sun shone down that memorable day
Though inside
Darkness and damp permeated on through.
Time lost for a while as eyes adjusted
Before me now locked bars blocked my way,
A mannequin sat in stocks.
Though not to him my attention was drawn.
To this day I know not why
My hand I offered out.
"I'll help you" I whispered, unsure, unknowing.
Coldness grabbed my wrist,
Tightly it squeezed.
Peace returned, the feathered messengers now silent.
Though this was just the start...
The man who "grabbed" my wrist actually held my hand and told me to take a picture. I did, I took quite a few as I couldn't understand why my new camera seemed to be blurring images. It wasn't until later that day that I realised the pictures taken were not blurred. There were different images of the manikin, he seemed to look like he was grimacing, then smiling then his face totally changed...there is quite a bit more to the story yet to be written as well as more photographs of the same image but with different facial expressions.
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I'm Here My Love
PoetryDeath may stop us from seeing but does it really separate us? A collection of poems based on ghostly experiences .......
