Ghosts

Posted on August 19, 2014

0


*I’ve played around with the following poem for a while now, debating whether to put it up or not? The last couple of verses were just added today, the rest some weeks ago. I hope that you like it.

Caspar David Friedrich (1774-1840) Wanderer above the Sea of Fog

Caspar David Friedrich (1774-1840) Wanderer above the Sea of Fog painted 1818


I stand alone in the
mountains
Looking at the
emptiness
Thinking on all
that went before

The mists swirl
forming shapes
Of ghostly figures who
disperse and form again
The mist a living
entity

Cries and screams
are heard
Shouts above the
clashes of swords and shields
A battle of long ago
played out before me

One passes through
my body
A shiver runs through
my soul
The hairs on the back
of my neck on end

And then it
stops
The ghostly figures
becoming mist again
Still and silent
where not a thing stirs

The unnatural silence
more disturbing somehow
Yet claustrophobic too
I turn to leave
The foggy lifeforms
reaching out once again

Trying to take me
with them
To eternal damnation,
sorrow and pain
I run from that
place

I never look back…

Advertisements
Posted in: Poetry