Just One of Course!
Persephone and Primula,
Fair headed maids, in lilac gowns,
Appearing as two bodies, aye,
But one in truth, mad as it sounds!
For twins are knit with subtle skill,
By hands that know them from one source,
From one fantastic, darksome womb,
Two people, but just one of course!
And these twins — birthed as Gemini!
Below the rolling Cornwall sky,
A gift from God, two feeble babes,
A perfect heavenly supply!
Both mother, father — graceful hosts,
But now, so sadly, spirit ghosts,
Buried deep in garden soil,
Below a cross made out of posts,
The house was huge and left to them,
Along with all their money store,
A mansion handed down with love,
Upon their death and not before,
The twins perused the building tall,
Through twisting passage ways and halls,
Past firey lapping ember flame,
Enshrouded in their lilac shawls,
An otherworldly gift remained,
For in the walls, the ghosts complained,
And after several hours within,
The pair of twins felt duly drained,
I hark the ghost of uncle Morse!
He speaks to me with ghostly force,
Beyond the grave, but here in view—
A presence from an unseen source!
And on the wall, the painting hangs,
But bothers me with subtle pangs,
The face austere, in twisted leer,
With teeth that look like vampire fangs!
The family crest in crimson red,
Delivers me to shores of dread,
As every life invested there,
Is now within the graveyard spread,
The bird of doom, the mournful hound!
Stare at me now, without a sound,
And I perceive a hoodoo here,
A jinx that would my mind confound!
The lamplight spread in wanton glow,
The ghosts of yesteryear in tow,
Perusing planes not meant for us;
A petrifying shadow show!
The wind outside, a banshee squall,
Against the English elm tree tall,
The window shutters slamming loud,
I do not feel so safe at all!
Persephone to Primula:
Let us away to hallowed ground,
And quit the pall that hangs in here,
With dainty step and not a sound!
Primula responded then,
I’ll never sleep in here again,
Disgruntled by the ghosts of time,
The spectre shapes of mournful men!
Let us away to seaside towns!
Thick coats above our lilac gowns!
We’ll flee to happy cliffside coves,
And jettison these frosty frowns!
ADL, 19/06/25
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