Keith Bickerstaffe Poet Verse

The Haunting

We dead shall walk the hallways unopposed, 
and lend an air of mystery to paint 
and plaster peeling, full exposed 
when daylight turns to dusk; but there's a faint 
uneasiness as new ones gather, pested 
to hear our ghostly whisperings and may 
have second thoughts, their courage tested; 
were we not bolder occupants than they?

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Anton Smith September 12, 2015 at 6:27 PM Very nice and unusual poetic style. This is quite well written and I enjoyed reading this. Great piece! Would you care to look at this Facebook page that you might take an interest in: https://www.facebook.com/Raven3.gothic?ref=tn_tnmn Many Thanks! Keith Bickerstaffe September 12, 2015 at 9:59 PM Thanks so much for your kind remarks... Keith

Ilene Bauer July 2, 2015 at 12:45 PM an interesting topic, keith, which made me wonder about the "air of mystery" in an older hallway. as always, you've written this is a very cool poetic way... Keith Bickerstaffe July 2, 2015 at 2:04 PM Thanks Ilene! This is an mostly an exercise in enjambment... it's one bunch of ghosts talking to another bunch, (the older ones upset by the younger ones' cheek at moving in on their turf!