Mystery poems – Dave's blog

The Blue Lady Ghost

She is said to haunt the grounds of the Priory Church Worksop.

Dancing Flowers

A recurring childhood experience at the age of around 4 to 8 years old and again in my 50s.

What’s In The Woods (in the dead of night)

`Ever laid under the gleaming stars?Watched with awe on a moon-lit nightwalked through the woods in pitch darknessheard her screech, a barn owl in flight. A silent flight on spread out wingso quiet you do not hear a soundand then at once her voice is thereyou`re wide awake, hear your heart pound. Still walking onContinue reading “What’s In The Woods (in the dead of night)”

The Ghost Of Priory Church

Clink and clank down the aisle with frown or smilerattling grates in the still dead of the nightmoving swiftly as if in a mad hasteto go nowhere just lost in endless flight. The air is filled with scent so sweet and brightno light, no sound, but smell of rose abounda fragrance visited with ghost onContinue reading “The Ghost Of Priory Church”

A Vision Through The Lens

Look through the lens and expect to see beyond the shore Nothing out there It’s but a blank, the dark Eyes are getting accustomed The earth of smoke The polluted waves A blackened sky A mushroom cloud up to the heavens A scorched earth Bodies charred to the bone I pulled away The sun isContinue reading “A Vision Through The Lens”

Wood Chisels Of Old

The chisel are old, before my timemade of Sheffield steel, the bestI bought them second-hand many years agoas it turned out a good invest. I didn’t know the craftsman thenI never knew his height of skilland the wood he carved and chipped awaycertain I know I never will. But when I cut and par andContinue reading “Wood Chisels Of Old”

The Mirror

The mirror on the wall is old and brownhe bought it from the antiques shop down townhe didn’t know the power it possessedit’s just a gift for his loving wife Bess. It’s rather large she thought, where shall it gothe lounge he thought, study, she told him soover the mantle-piece where the flames danceto giveContinue reading “The Mirror”