A Ghost Story Poem by Tom Billsborough
A Ghost Story
Stone columns heave under the weight of Time,
The door hangs slackly as indifference.
The baronial hall an unwelcoming
Spectre of dust and silence.
As she treads slowly into that chamber of horror.
Suddenly a rustling of shadows as the rodent Lords
Recall vague memories of danger.
The staircase now unfolds from the floor above
And step by step she's growing cold
With the gradual onset of terror.
A piercing scream, a drum-roll of the breaking bones,
An icy breeze pervades the room
And then resumption of the spectral silence.
Did Amy fall or was propelled to doom.
The mystery remains as in a broken dream.
Tom, this is a remarkable poem. Each and every word is perfectly chosen to carry the atmosphere of a dusty cobwebbed mansion found only in musty pages of time. You created suspense even though we knew she felldown thestaircasetoherdeathcenturies before. 10++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
Hi Susan, my brother's writing group were challenged to produce a ghost story recently and asked me if I wanted to contribute. i think a good ghost story is one of the most difficult topics to do successfully, so I wrote this poem instead! I believe recent evidence suggest that Amy was murdered but I haven't seen the evidence yet. If it had been Lord Dudley, the plot misfired. There were many ruthless people in Elizabeth's Court and the affair between him and the Queen was viewed with alarm. But it is an enduring mystery and a very sad story as Amy was only 28 when she died. The condition of the house is poetic licence!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/24/2024 9:55:33 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Full of atmosphere.....I was just at the Edinburgh Dungeons..yestaerday and this poem would just fit there....nicely done Tom.... Annette
Is that the infamous tollbooth? Those in Lancaster Castle where the Pendle Witches were held looked pretty grim too!