As we sat around the village inn
Supping good dark ales,
We regaled ourselves with stories,
And ever taller tales.
The one about the village ghost
Intrigued us most of all,
About the way he used to sit,
Upon the village wall.
The wall was at the village end
Where the road went out of town,
And there the ghostly figure sat,
And looked out with a frown.
I left the pub one evening
And went down to the wall,
And down I sat upon the bricks,
To fool them one and all.
I saw them all on the next day
Gathered around the bar,
And told them what I did last night,
To show what fools they are.
Yes we saw you on the wall they said
Right there at the end,
But who was that sat next to you,
Was he just a friend?
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Author:
Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Another bit of fun.
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Comments7
Good write Gold.
Thanks Orchi.
We seen many ghosts, us two, being very old?!
A marvellous entry in your growing anthology—a piece that rustles with hearth-warmth and ends with a clever shiver. That final question delivers a delightfully eerie twist, very much in keeping with the fireside folklore and relatable texture of tone: the ordinary laced with myth. 🙏🏻🕊️
Such good comments arqios, thank you for your kind words.
Andy
Most welcome Andy🕊️🙏🏻
Well written Andy this one was a lot of fun loved it
Most kind soren, thank you.
Andy
A fun ghost tale. Well constructed and enjoyable to read.Great piece
Glad you enjoyed it David, thank you.
Andy
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Good one, Andy. I needed a laugh today.
We all need a laugh during the day Jerry, so glad I gave you one.
Andy
Really enjoyable read
Thank you Tobani.
Andy
You are very welcome
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