All Ye Ghosts of Old England

About a ghost walk I went on in York, England, leading into my current fascination with 'Most Haunted'

 

“All Ye Ghosts of Old England”

 

It was a dark night, crisp

And if I remember right, starless

As we walked in a pack

Through the ancient streets of York,

Eyes peeled for Viking traces,

Roman legions who still patrolled roads,

The white lady of the cathedral and

Many other countless shades of yore

Until the guide jumped out from the shadows

Dressed to the ghostly nines and

Reduced those Japanese girls to fits of

Mouths-hidden-behind-hands uneasy laughter.

This was my humble introduction to

All ye ghosts of old England,

An obsession come to haunt me just

As much as the specters themselves

When I long for my dark nights, crisp

And if I have my way, star-filled

As I hunker down in my comfies

Before the glowing telly screen,

Eyes only for Yvette Fielding and

The hauntings she uncovers from

The vaults deep beneath Edinburgh,

Traces of Anne Boleyn in the Tower,

The wights that keep their secrets from

The camera lens in night-vision,

The poltergeists, the orbs and lights of

All ye ghosts of old England.

Reviews

[chord0]

Great poem, wonderful imagery and rich historical background. All the castle history of England is here, concise, in one poem.
Superb
Keep up the good work
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