No One Escaped

Old chimneyglow

Of fires long spent

Blood stains yet

Visible on hearth

Irritable spirits, mean

As the dead they’ve

Replaced, sup here at

Twilight, proud residents

In degraded estate

Malignant manor from

Which no one escaped…

Sometimes remnants of

Lace curtains aged ivory

Wave insanely

(Grandmother who

Smiled, never spoke)

From grime-gritty


At night thrumming

Music score is only

Entertainment; din

Reaches to Captain’s

Bedroom where echoes

Of restlessly twirling

Watch chain persists

It’s the lone guard—

Mere slender, bent-

Shouldered shadow—

Still pacing hours

Of his unpaid stint

Another month wind

Will gust, blow last

Shingles and ashes away

No remembrance

No regrets

©Rhen Laird/Cobbled Contemplations, 2020 ~ All rights reserved.

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