*So the dark autumn nights draw in and I thought I’d do a supernatural poem. I hope you like it? Picture courtesy of http://www.all4myspace.com
The children play by the woods
just by the old executioners hood
A tree said to be here he plied his trade
and where legend was made
But it’s the old house across the way
where these children dare not play
For it’s said that there’s a curse
and where screaming can be heard
A ghost is said to haunt the place
of a hanging man with no face
swinging, swaying from the beams
scares all that have seen
This man, unknown is he
the beam said to be from the hanging tree
Appears to those on darkened nights
giving more than just a fright
So the children play truth or dare
those that lose go into the lair
Where they feel icy cold hands
in the house of the Hanging Man
I'm a thinker, listener, a "question's pretty much everything" type of person. A seeker of knowledge, always restless, yet seeks the calm in life.
I love writing in all forms and am in the process of completing a number of ongoing projects. I love the craft of writing and the possibilities it holds. A magic carpet through the mind. I love pretty much all creative arts, music, film and theatre the leading ones.
Born in Hertfordshire in England, my family Irish, Welsh and English, I currently reside in Edinburgh, in Scotland. I'm drawn to coastal and mountain regions where I like to go to think and draw inspiration from. Ireland is a place that's dear to me, and I try to get back to see family and friends as much as possible.
My interests are wide and broad, too many to mention here, but history, archaeology, criminology, music and film are just some of those things I love.
I hope you enjoy my ramblings on here as that's what they are really. I'll let my fingers do the ''talking...''
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