Spirit of Emily
written by: the hairy bum welder
This night this dreary night
Dusk as the
Ravens settle in the
Trees
Waiting for me to
Sleep
The wind hits my window
Draught flickering
My candle
Shadows on my page
My thoughts
And ink
Flow through my
Quill
I feel the spirits
That accompany the ravens
As Emily appears
At my table
Is she in my mind
She haunts me
Since the first kiss
I stole
Her beauty not dulled
By her
Spiritual form
Do the ravens’ trick
Bend
My mind
Heart
And
Soul
In my grief for
My lost love
Emily
I'm a 53-year-old welder/fabricator with a passion for poetry. I live near Cambridge, in the UK. I've suffered from anxiety for years, poetry helps. Sometimes I can't even remember writing when the anxiety is that bad. I think did I really write that?? A lot of my poetry I don't name, I hope it relates to people and their personal thoughts as it does mine, so they can choose to name it personal to them. I also have a page on Facebook, 'Poetry by the hairy bum welder.'
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