Ghostly Way

My father and mother in front, us boys behind.
It was the most wonderfully frightening experience for us back then.
When asked it was always the way we wanted to go.
Not the usual way down the brightly lit carriageway, but 
through the village then, a turn to the right
down the 'ghosty' way on our way back home.

Dimming the car lights
The horror show could begin.
The white blanketed roadside
at intervals planted with 
living skeletons reaching
high up to the heavens.
The absence of light created
solid blocks of hedgerow holding us trapped, 
but also guiding us along our path.
The darkness spreading out before our eyes
we imagined our car being swallowed by this black hole,
the feelings of fear, but also exileration enveloped us
and held us in their grasp.

The lights were undimmed and we emerged from the spectacle.
We laughed.
We always knew we would emerge safe and well.

I hold on dearly to this moment
we shared together long ago.


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Taylor Crowshaw

Wed 15th Aug 2018 19:09

Hi John, The title attracted me to this poem.
It transported me back to my childhood. Thank you so much..?

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Jon Stainsby

Mon 16th Jul 2018 16:37

Thank you, Ray and Keith.

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Mon 16th Jul 2018 16:04

Compelling stuff Jon. Travelling at night can be a great thrill - cat's eyes and the excitement for kids craning their heads round, secure with parents. As a lifelong musician driving through the night I was always entranced as well as hypnotised.

Nice one. Ray

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keith jeffries

Mon 16th Jul 2018 14:00

Such imaginings are a precious part of childhood,
Thank you for this.

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Jon Stainsby

Mon 16th Jul 2018 11:35

Thank you, Jane

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Mon 16th Jul 2018 11:34

Very nice. I like the imagery.

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Jon Stainsby

Mon 16th Jul 2018 10:08

Thank you, Anya. You are very kind. x

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