Fay Slimm.

Remains.

 

 

Remains.


Take
any old place,
put an ear to the walls
as all sorts of
whispers
re-echo in masonry.

Hear
unseen tappings,
reveal ancient trysts
but just become  
ready 
for oddest of happenings.

Bend
to seek after,
capture a phantom\'s
never dried
weeping
or burst of wild laughter.

Feel
gone vibes inside
abandoned half-castles 
and listen
as night falls 
to sprites as they sigh. 

Catch
embedded remains
of peopled hearthstones,
those ghostly
cold life-forms
have real tales to relate.