Day Ninety Eight: 29th October 2012

A GHOSTLY IMPRINT

Smoke unfurls, a ghostly imprint,
In a room littered with unseen debris,
And an agonising dankness cloaking the air.
The walls, once silent witnesses, now groan ,
And from nowhere a cold breeze swirls,
An echo of pain reverberating.
The spiritual ephemera of actions long past,
But never forgotten.

A Ghostly Imprint: Pastel on Handmade Paper

© Dawn Whitehand 2012

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