This is a ghost of a poem

Sovereign Ghost In a world without imagination The ghost is king Or queen Dwindled To a single breath of air Humming somnolent songs Summoning nightly convocations Whispering in sunken voices Regal burglar of sleep Guardian of an empty Book of moonlight Sweating for inspiration Found on http://www.newworldencyclopedia.org/entry/File:Henry_Fuseli-_Hamlet_and_his_fathers_Ghost.JPG

Unloved

Unloved The whole house echoed With emptiness Spectres of past lives Crouched helpless In cobwebby corners Surrounded by Aromas of damp Tornados of dust Stains of neglect And rust A narrow staircase A leaking roof Peeling paper Were not enough To put them off Tenderly nurturing A wreck into a home Image found on www.dailymail.co.uk