Here come the footfalls of the ghosts who I used to know,
Their faded faces with dull eyes and ears, dimmed years ago.
Murmured whispers of stolen memories I hoped lost
Gripped tight by claws and cracked hardened flesh.
Do not demand I name the worn out spite
Where secrets once drifted devoid of tanned light!
Hold power or sway over kingdoms held great but pitiful small
And waiting for those bent kneed and haggard to fall.
Wrap rope around your own stretched necks!
For once walk shoulder tall within the men and maul,
Spare me the footfalls of abandoned cold ghosts
The fear of their tread has long since been dead.
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Published by Carol J Forrester
Carol J Forrester is a writer and a history geek. Her debut collection 'It's All In The Blood' came out November 2019.
She has a 2:1 BA degree in history from Bath Spa University, enjoys judo at least twice a week, and tries to attend poetry events around the Midlands when she can.
Her flash fiction story ‘Glorious Silence’ was named as River Ram Press’ short story of the month for August 2014 and her short story ‘A Visit From The Fortune Teller’ has been showcased on the literary site Ink Pantry. Her poems ‘Sunsets’ and ‘Clear Out‘ were featured on Eyes Plus Words, and two of her poems were included in the DVerse Poets Pub Publication ‘Chiaroscuro’ which is available for purchase on amazon.Her poem ‘Until The Light Gets In‘ was accepted and published at The Drabble and her poem ‘Newborn’ was published by Ink Sweat & Tears.
She has been lucky enough to write guest posts for sites such as Inky Tavern and Song of The Forlorn and has hosted a number of guest bloggers on her site Writing and Works.
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Oh my goodness, this is epic! I truly enjoyed this piece, and by the last verse I was shouting it in my mind like a curse. Brilliant!