Industrial Ghosts

Chimneys smoking across the steel city
Where industrial ghosts of the past
Spiral heavenwards
In plumes from the remnant furnaces
Lingering in the ether
Smelting past memories
Smarting the landscape
Haunting the skyline
In whispers; in echoes of a bygone era

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Spooked!

I felt it creep right down my neck
And tingle up my spine
I felt the tap, I shuddered as
My thoughts lent to incline
That someone was just out there
Or something very strange
For in the air an omen hung
A coldness close at range

It gripped my soul and wrenched my heart
And stuck me to the spot
My brain fixed in a terror’s gasp
And panic racing hot
And then I swear I saw a face
Just through the window panes
An image imprint on the glass
Blood frozen in my veins

A second look and it had gone
All vanished out of sight
But still in ether lurking there
With all the doors locked tight
Were traces of that other world
A portal ‘tween the two
Whence vacant soul had wondered from
To chill the air quite blue

Death’s grave was breached; a vault ruptured
With mist or fog encase
The apparition’s haunting frame
The gaunt and stark white face
That in an instance did reveal
A fear my core rebuked
Encounter with this spectre that
Left me so truly spooked!

The Ghosts

The ghosts of times gone by
Peeping through the window pane
Always there
Lurking in the walls
In the air.

Haunting the future now
Living the past forever
By their fate
Two Victorian Ladies
Never late.

As spirits intertwined
Floating seamlessly through time
Yet still here
Where fen meets stars
They stand near.

The ghosts of times gone by
Watching, looking, exorcising
Tenants new
From their home,
Is it you?