Poem -
The Haunted Abbey
The eternal hosts
are upon the stone,
where creeping shadows
haunt lonely bones.
The Autumn mists
drift grey and white,
cloaking the wind that mourns
in grief through the night.
And in the hawthornÂ
tree upon high,
the pale faced rooks
curse the black sky.
Where in the broken tower
the hooded jackdaw bishop´s eye,
observes the phantom owl
in the sky.
Comments
Very atmospheric and well written 🌹
Hi Marion. Thank you for your much appreciated comment and for taking the time to read my poems. Thank you!!
Hi Tony...Great atmospheric haunting grounds to this abbey...Clever wording and great flow! I was drawn in. Thanks for sharing your talents. xo ;0
Hi Cherie. Thank you for your very kind comments, very motivating that you post such positive comments and thank you for making me feel so welcome to Cosmofunnel. Your positive feedback is a great confidence builder and I am a better writer for it. Thank you so much! xo x
Aww..I am so glad you feel that way, Tony. I really enjoy your contributions on Cosmo and glad you came to share your gifts. That makes me feel good. I wish you the best with your writing and sharing on here. ;)Â