(Here is our second guest poet - a good friend of mine Pete Slater who offers a very different perspective on ghost stories. Next to follow in the next few days as guest poet will be Hazel Connolly).
A STRANGER CALLS
No one sees me
Standing there?
A blur?
A stranger
Soft focussed.
I am a traveller,
Non-plussed
By my surroundings.
How can it be
That no one sees
The benefits I bring?
I am the keeper of the past
I am the foundation
On which we build
A future filled with hope,
With light
A light bright enough
To show the way
Hope enough to say
“My future’s safe”
“I will not be a waif”
“Born out of Armageddon’s play.”
What’s that you say?
You don’t know me.
My name is,
Memory.
(Pete Slater is an accidental poet. His poetry is honest and straight from the heart. Pete has been a regular on the N/W poetry circuit for a couple of years and has been guest poet at several venues. He is also the muse in a collaboration with John "Blackneck" Matthews, an accomplished bluesman in the newly formed duo, Muse 'n' Blues, already support guests at Cadence Café in Tyldesley)
Thanks for the kind words Andy. The blog is proving to be addictive, an interesting and entertaining idea well put together.
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