Names And Ghost




and places,



and ghosts.”

Aldous Huxley


Elfje: Cinquaiin



lost soul

not a trace

to haunt my place



Tanka: 5,7,5 7,7


his story was sad

he needed a ghostwriter

read but never seen

to tell his tale or go mad

would it end up as fiction




the old town clock rang in the hour
what was I doing up at three in the morning
a ghostly sound from atop of the tower
an omen, was it the specters fair warning

a mist blew in from across the bay
adding an echo to the eerie sound
moonlight made everything appear a whitewash grey
a distant foghorn was heard in the background

the smell of salt water hug in the air
the senses aroused made my hair stand on end
muscles tensed, awaiting a scare
at that moment I needed a friend

the alarm was loud, the fog slowly lifted
hate those dreams that are so totally vivid


ME and the Boss








About merb010

Spring Hill, FL, United States Two nice old folks just hanging out, not hurting a bug or anything larger. The years have been kind to us and we now we are enjoying our golden years reading and writing. We are grateful for the God given talents that we now use to help others. View all posts by merb010

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