A poem about the ghost of a young maiden/princess, who is cursed to walk the halls of her fallen castle ruins alone and waiting.
My first attempt at a 'Ghost Story'. Sometimes a haunting is not what it seems...
Something peculiar was going on around the mountain farm he was trying to buy.
This poem is dedicated to a close friend (and fellow poet): Caryn Brooke Ecker (known to her online friends as 'Lily of the Greenwood'). Caryn passed away on New Year's Night (2003) after a long illness. She was a amazing person, a brilliant poet and a dear friend. I like to believe she dwells with the Faeries now.
My first stab at poetry with a plotline involving a unicorn. Let me know what you think.
I wanted to write a poem about my 'greyhound' as a ghost, so I did, and this is kind of what resulted :-)
This is a slightly altered version from a prior submission. Not everything is what it appears to be. Horror I suppose but not horrible. :)
Ancient Egyptians believed a person's ka, one of several souls they thought everyone had, would transcend death and reach the blessed Underworld. Modern man has not made that journey easy. Written 1998, probably to shame my present self with my past moodiness.
On the bank of the river, we return to face our ghosts. Are the ghosts of memory real? Whatever they are...they are ghosts that reach out. Don't get caught by the river; you won't come back.
A little dark, a few lines which I find a bit poorly worded, but all in all, a well crafted ghost story, I think
This is a song to a space ghost story I'm working on... (You can find a picture to it in my Zone 47 site.)
Three non-fiction stories which were told to me that I put together for Halloween last year. This is the first draft and in dire need of shaping, but I also wrote this to read aloud. I talk a lot like this, so, take that in mind when it makes little sense, and also take these apologies ahead of time. Whatever time of the year it may be, though, they are still good for that wet-your-pants scare, especially to me, at the end. So, sit back, relax, pull up a sarcophagus and enjoy.