Below is the poem entitled POLTERGEIST IN LONDON which was written by poet
Beadnall. Please feel free to comment on this poem. However, please remember, PoetrySoup is a place of encouragement and growth.
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Peckham London, a dwelling holding secrets of many
until my friends relatives unlocked the door.
Uncle Clive,an Indian desendant,held the key of forth coming
to the five terrace house,adjacent pre war cemetry,now a park.
We would visit,at nights many storys were spun.
An almighty bang came from above,uncle Clive shot up the stairs
only to be knocked back to the floor.The baby(Alison) crying,layed on floor
an unexplained reason,she was pulled from her bed.
Pots and pans dancing melodically,auntie Olga froze at kitchen entrance.
One christmas joyful spirits,carols freely sung,tin of sweets emptied from above.
A spiritualist was called, impilicated uncle Clive,the attraction to the poltergeist.
Hazel Mark and Stephen,expressing happenings,tucked up at night.14 years old,petrified.
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