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an open letter to a local ghost  (  tsohg lacol a ot rettel neop na  )

…

 

dearest headless horseman

stalker of the moors

haunter of the heather paths

phantom of the peat bogs

 

frightener of hikers

clergymen & cub scouts

‘tween the night & twilight

on a shadow donkey

 

fearful spin thy dark yarns

first the stench of sulphur

mint & pickled onions

then a howling wind growls

 

as your form emerges

flee or else be feasted

eater of the lost souls

‘mid the mist & frost

 

all your socks are washed

& your underpants – too

so come home soon

dinner’s in the oven

love phyllis

x

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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