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Creation Walk

This was written after the ‘Creation Walk’ that I did on the second day of the retreat.

I could see ghosts.

They were but fleeting images

Of times both past

And future.

Children nestled on the undergrowth,

Covered with the shade of trees.

Old man trees crooned and groaned

As we walked through

The copse of the woods.

On top of the mountain

Where the ground gave way

To the yawning hills below,

The view was flooded with ghosts,

Crawling to and fro

And waiting for us to find them with

Baited breath.

About E.K.M.

Studying at university, passing the time until a publishing Talent Scout comes to pick me up and whisk me away to a world where I can be an author without having another source of income. If only.

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