The Inkwell

The Ghost

#promptuarium

The key turned in the door

and we entered the house

empty chambers

random left behind furniture

nothing but a mouse

We played in the garden

my sister and i

and then, in a minute

we saw him fly

Hiding in the cupboards

in the bedrooms he’d fly

he’d pop up from the floorboards

just to say hi

he’d play games in the bedrooms

and splash about in the bath

and watch tv while making pictures

sometimes leaving a path

And though he’d appear to me and my sis

with mum and dad he’d go away

waiting for a time, when the late night chimed

for him to come and play

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Inkdrop is freelance writer with a passion for exploring the intersections between nature, architecture, and artistic expression. With a background in computing, and writing – his pen name harks back to when he played around with rhymes and a fountain pen. Now joined by a selection of created photos from an acquired DSLR camera He shares insights with scribblers of all backgrounds. Outside of visiting museums and exploring the latest in exhibits , he enjoys walking through the countryside in pursuit of the next rainbow.