Ghostly Images


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    Ghostly Images

    somewhere high on a moor in Scotland

    ghostly images dance to a fiddler’s tune

    bracken and heather surround them

    As they spin and leap and swoon


    fronds extend their eerie fingers

    mimicking dead hands of the past

    a bonfire burns eternally

     but no shadows does it cast


     flame’s reach high into the ancient sky

    In search of visions of times past

        the fiddle plays on and  the images dance

     Refreshed by the cobblers last  


    who are these ghosts? why do they dance?

    one answer stands  above all

    they are the sons of Scotland it’s said

    who  died in defense of her soil


    they stand on guard, if needed

    to once again defend her shore

    they dance and wait and listen

    for the bagpipes mournful call to war

    ©Copyright 2009 Charlie Gragg  

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    knight4696 commented on Ghostly Images


    A ghostly tale of the son's of Scotland - Forever proud!. Love the imagery and storyline. A really nice job! ...... Ken



    Thank you for visiting and commenting.

    MSVanallen commented on Ghostly Images


    Wonderful lore...great piece. Rythm, rhyme, flow. You got it, man!!!



    Thanks, this is one of my favorite writes. Keep smiling.

    bluewolf commented on Ghostly Images


    I really like this poem. It brings to life the mythical beliefs/ideas of Scotland and its surrounding area. Excellent metaphoric texture.



    That is very kind of you. Thank you and I am pleased you liked it



    That is very kind of you. Thank you and I am pleased you liked it

    wheelsal commented on Ghostly Images


    I swear you've been there dancing on the moors and leas. You imagery is great. Sally



    Many thanks for your comments.

    Stardrift commented on Ghostly Images


    Hi, Hampton! A fellow Scottish lad and poet! Sharply vivid imagery you've conjured herein. '...fronds extend their eerie fingers...', that sets the scene well. The opening line launches very effectively with its vague location. And the last verse reminds us that Scotland's past isn't really all too long ago - it maintains its relevance, however mysterious its history has since become. Hamps, lol, I wrote something EXACTLY along these lines - Scotengire's Missive - you should love it! Smashing write!!



    I read your poem and I must say I was impressed with its depth and beauty. Worthy of the winning poem.. irrespective of what ever scoring system they apply.



    Thank you and I look forward to reading Scotengire's Missive



    Well, thankyou sir! Btw, "Friends" is unforgettable - hilarious that you actually spent effort for that! I'll be reading more of you, and check out my others. Hey, here's an idea, maybe the scoring system should be a random draw, lol! Peace, Hamps, yer a good soul!!

    Poetry is either something that lives like fire inside you or else it is nothing, an empty formalized bore around which pedants can endlessly drone their notes and explanations.

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    Hampton’s Poems (111)

    Title Comments
    Title Comments
    Searching 5
    The Poetess 14
    Nonsense 12
    Solitude 18
    Lame Limericks 14
    Message to Papa 15
    Young Jimmy O’Fallon 11
    The Computer From Hell 18
    Life Ain’t for Sissies 16
    The Mind In Motion 13
    The Game of Poetry 9
    Silence 55
    WordSlinger 19
    Holiday Thoughts 12
    Sweet Mary 18
    From White to Grey to Black 19
    The Reckoning 12
    And All of That Jazz 16
    Today 25
    No Offense, Just My Opinion 16
    Lucky 10
    You’re Only as Old as You Feel 13
    Saturday Night 13
    Political Change? 14
    The Female Gender 17
    I’m In Charge Here, Aren’t I? ( With Epilogue) 10
    I’m In Charge Here, Aren’t I? 7
    Remembering 11
    This Web We Weave 13
    The End 16
    The Day the Clouds Cried 16
    The Path of Life 12
    My Mother Ruth 12
    Humanities Challenge 14
    A Cowboy's Perspective 12
    July in Buda Texas 14
    The OP Poets Parade 20
    The Chatelaine 12
    Shot Through the Heart 17
    Poetry and Fine Wine 18
    The Man What Am 10
    The Final Beat of My Heart 16
    The Rainbow of Poets 19
    A Cowboy's Lament 13
    Of This World I am Not 17
    The Wee People 19
    An Evening at an Irish Pub 15
    The Scent of Love 14
    Fresh News from Buda Texas 16
    Memories of Times Past 13
    The Dance of the Poets 20
    The Confession 14
    Road to Obscurity 18
    Barbara 14
    Shadows 15
    Prescience 17
    Words That Bind 54
    Wondering 26
    New Year News from Buda Texas 13
    We Are All Witnesses 16
    Christmas 25
    A Cowboy’s Prayer 29
    The 9 ers 24
    Love Defined 27
    Tis a Time to Give Thanks 21
    More News From Buda Texas 26
    Choices 26
    News from Buda, Texas 21
    In Search of God 21
    Writers of Poems (WOPs) 26
    Out of the Darkness 15
    Visions from Within the Mist 18
    Baseball 12
    The Night Stalker 16
    The Man I Presume to be Buck 16
    The Sounds of Time 17
    The Little Man in the Green Hat 18
    Blah Blah Blah 14
    One Two Three 13
    Carpe Viam 11
    Love in the Afternoon 13
    The Moth 14
    Lost & Dungeons of the Mind 11
    The Creative Process 19
    The Truth and the Tribe 19
    The Long Wait. 19
    Feathers 26
    The Arrow 14
    Take Two Cialis and Call Me in the Morning 26
    Ghostly Images 16
    Friends 11
    Angels Without Wings 20
    The Rider 16
    Pride and Shame 18
    The Winning Poet is.... 21
    Memories 13
    Politicians 67
    Your Mailbox Is Empty 18
    God's Visit 17
    Poets and Poems 20
    Love Thy Neighbor 13
    Renewal 8
    The Roar of Silence 17
    Blessed Are These Days 4
    Time and Space 5
    Life's Journey 8
    Gift To The Fallen 16
    Hunger 21
    The Antique Shop 30