Dark and empty spaces,
forlorn and grimacing faces,
shadows in the attic,
in and out like static…
A treasured box over there,
cobwebs hanging everywhere,
wavering, pale flashlight beam,
something moves and I stifle a scream!
This attic a forgotten ancient place,
full of memories, full of grace…
my steadying hand reveals
what is hidden,
only to find this place…
mouse ridden.
Jazzi Ryan Ranes ~ The Sensuous Poetic 
As usual, nice imagery. Gotta think about that book, dear. 🙂
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Thank you, Randy! I will think about it. 🙂
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I love this! Brilliant! I used to do paranormal investigation and this brought back some chilling and some sentimental memories. I love your blog.
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Thank you, Jean! I’m glad you like my posts. 🙂
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