In Old Places

In old places there's not a breath left
Of the spirits who once called it home
Stories of ghosts never make sense
To old stones; as if they cleft
And had no means to roam
And be gone from whence
They spent their last breath;
Or should they live in a tomb,
Walled in by a fence
Of loved ones, bereft,
The only neighbor, a bone
And a lost half-pence.

erik99
Almost free verse, the unusual rhyme scheme and varying line lengths make this intriguing piece quite an adventure, and the sadness of the theme is moving.

Pendemic
Very dark and deliciously written to satisfy those who love a walk on the dark side. You still amaze me with your penning.

Chaos1214
A truly haunting exposition. Forlorn spirits so blinded by the past that they cannot see the light beyond.

Patrick McFarland
Wow, part Dickinson, part Poe, and all Masterman! (And just time for Halloween)...

Kevin Wells
Another excellent write, Patti

Simply Bono Razek
a "spooky" beautiful read !

Fay Slimm
Excellent !!

heather wilkins
beautiful piece.

Sandra Martyres
Patti, you never cease to amaze with your writing - an excellent piece

Jenny Gordon
Wow. Awesome. Haunting, eerie, chilling, yet, almost half tame. Is this owing to it being closer to November than not? La, but superb imagery rousing the scenery to creep around the unwitting reader. Whew! My, I never guessed. Excellent to say the least. Fantastic.

Nilotpal Sarmah
Very hauntingly beautiful; And your rhyming is amazing. "The only neighbor a bone" Awesome line.