Elderly couple with a young female spirit (Photo credit: National Media Museum)
Spectral murmurings
Darkened room
Illumined by only candlelight
Gathered here
The disconsolate and lost
Seeking memories
In light and dust
Sonorous voice
Omnipotent in a singular
Moment
Crossing the veil
Psychopomp in black lace
Withered, snake skin hands
Connect
Across the life-beat
Of the assembled
Raven song is sweet
Whispers of those gone
The mystery
Half apprehended
In still rooms
Redolent of lavender
And loss
If a charlatan speaks here
Disturbs the dismal fabric
Of this tiny universe
Does this mean
Beyond any refutation
That no ghosts
Yet linger here?
If they walk with us
Without speech or touch
They still must walk alone
(c) Helen Valentina 2013, All Rights Reserved
helenvalentina 
oh I like this one….
the energy made me shiver….
I thought I felt one as I walked over to my space ..
it always feels like my breath is suspended in the air when I
think one is near…
Thank you for sharing….Wonderful
Take Care…
)0(
ladyblue
Thanks so much!! 🙂 🙂
goose bumpy
Cool, thanks!! 🙂 🙂
Love the imagery.
Thank you!! 🙂 🙂
(hiding under desk) …………….. hehehe good one Sis xxx
LOL, thanks Sis!! 🙂 🙂 xxx
Helen I love it! I absolutely love it, you have perfectly captured the feeling wow. I have never actually been to a seance but that is how I imagine the feeling, I am too easily spooked to actually attend one haha
Thank you!!! 🙂 🙂 🙂
Wonderful! Love “In still rooms
Redolent of lavender
And loss”
Thanks so much!! 🙂 🙂