Out of time

Upon the wall a painting hung

In an old Virginian home

Rumor had it house haunted eons ago

No sound goes bump in the night

In the woods still stands

A stone wall built by African hands

Sweat of brows.

Upon a hill called Walnut

The painting depited a happy memory

Two lovers held hands

Standing at the back

Wedding couple match not heavenly


Wandering past an old family cemetary

Little red Geo parked

Red brick house called me

Standing beside the cast iron fence

Tear escapes my keft eye

Hair on back of my neck rises

Am I alone?

Glancing up a memory of a curtain now gone quakes with old breeze

A glimpse of a nakes thigh

Hand fingers on the curtain memory

Round curve and breat nipple


With a breath

She’s gone

I’ve return a hundred years to late

My name Jacquline is upon the deed

Late hour to enter

I will come again

To sit in among my boxes returned



Feel her once warmth

Driving away

Once again

Within the Victorian window

Emily stands

Watching the red vehical drive away

Word on the license plate


Published by Val's Whitewolf Media

I'm Val's Whitewolf Media YouTube Channle and I write here on WordPress. I read books and instill others how importand writing stories readers down. in readers their stories matter.I believe that everyone should tell their story and that every book is a learning tool that will help those of us who are writers become better at our craft.I'm learning plus becoming more confident as an empath its important to share and touch with my heart others harmed by others words.

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