As they used to say on Monty Python’s Flying Circus…. “and now for something completely different.” I love ghost stories. I always have, and so they serve as another recurring theme in my poetry. Enjoy!

MY OBSESSION

I do not sleep at all these days,

I have not for some time.

I wish just to complete my verse,

I seek that final rhyme.

So many words within my head,

A rude, unruly mass.

I snatch, and grab and try to catch,

The right one as they pass.

But every time I think that I,

Have finally got the one.

The clever line I thought I had,

Forgot and so undone.

But I go on, I know it’s there,

Deep down within my mind.

If I keep on, I know that I,

One day the words will find.

I pace about all day and night,

My thoughts through chaos dance.

And seek to find one perfect word,

If not by skill, by chance.

I’ve laboured at this verse so long,

That nothing else remains.

Not love nor life nor anything,

Nobody now complains.

So if you hear some phantom steps,

Do not alarm your host.

Those faintly whispered words you hear,

Are just this poet’s ghost.

Cheers, Winston