The Passage Poem by Brian Stafford

We wandered slowly towards the basin,
On a bright and sunny morning,
Then over the humped backed bridge,
The water was rippled by the geese,
We meandered past the swollen river,
Until we reached the quaint boatyard,
Then we came upon the cobbled passage,
High walled and straight and narrow,
They used to call the giggle gaggle,
As we entered into the opening,
The sun seemed to strangely disappear,
And we were met by an icy chill,
As we neared the half way point,
We both heard someone shout,
We thought this rather strange,
As there was no-one else about,
Harvey stopped and looked around,
Then turn-tailed and ran the other way,
And as I was swiftly following,
I'm sure I heard the sound of,
Lots of clog covered feet,
All hurrying on their way,
And a strange and eerie giggle.






© 2010
Brian J Stafford