The ghostly gatherings of those long gone.

The ghostly gatherings of those long gone.

A Poem by andrew mitchell

The ghostly gatherings of those long gone.
The goodbyes shadowed
the excited hellos
on her passing.
Remembrance dominated
the final curtain
out of respect,
but applause concerning the deceased
fell on deaf ears, empty;
the living now gone.
It was a quiet party
for she's one of them now.
The ghostly gatherings
at the Old Vic.
" Did you hear something?' asked the security guard.
" Nope!  Boy, are you spooked tonight."  replied his partner.

© 2016 andrew mitchell


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andrew mitchell
andrew mitchell

adelaide, Australia



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