A Gothic Tale

Eel Marsh House

imagine  it, unlived in

On An island 

once a day

cut off by the tides

the old house

very very grey

 

only mythical beings and phantoms

dare I say

would even contemplate a stint

by living so far away

 

normality in gothic times

where afflictions come and go

where history had produced a tale

of a boys death

deep below

 

the muddy quicksand sadly

the horse reared  and the cart

tipped into the  waiting ooze

Breaking a mothers heart

 

that mother died and was buried

her child was lost for sure

the haunting was contagious

the villagers knew more

 

they had not been able

to save her or her darking son

and thus  a darkened aura

Was generally then spun

 

Children began dying

when a certain Mr Kipps 

was charged to deal

with the domain

To go to Eel Marsh House

the paperwork  and a chain

 

of experiences forthcoming

this young man

knew he must

try to sort the mystery

that brought so much disgust.

 

he had lost his wife

to childbirth

and was ruffled one might say

but made the trip

and investigated

the trauma of the day

 

the heartache and the suffering

of a mother  who had lost

her dear son in the mounting ooze

a truly heavy cost

 

that clearly played upon her mind

in phantom speak no doubt

how sorry and her sadness

her remorse how it was out

 

in the house  in phantom form

a mother searching she

needed to find her precious son

at the bottom of the sea

 

Mr Kipps his wife had died

and his son was all he had

he realised to have lost so much

really just how bad

 

it is to live a life

and found himself to be

Investigating the hauntings

and the wretched misery

 

reading through the papers

and visiting the need

to satisfy the ghostly search

of the mother  who did bleed

 

where apparitions  do occur

his son was sent to be

with him in the village

where the women in Black we see

 

frequenting the old house

and the cemetery

He found the lost sons body

in the quicksand’s constancy

 

he took the body back

to where the mothers body  laid

and put it in her casket

Clearly he  obeyed

his heart and soul

and subsequently

a light spread  over all

His own  son came to visit him

at the railways station wall.

 

 

his emotions were created

when his son walked on the line

with an express coming towards him

Mr Kipps leapt down as fine and dandy

in the shine

 

of the railway lights before him

taken was he by

his dead wife and his son and heir

Floating towards the sky

 

his good deed for joining

The women in the black

with her son from the darkly ooze

which won him his family back

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

About Rex Tyler

I love animals. I enjoy writing poetry and delivering speeches.I like to mentor people who need help in preparing speeches and evaluations.I enjoy travel although it is much harder for me these days.I so enjoyed the Andes Mountains and Volcanoes and the Quichua people who live and thrive there.I have lots of friends around the world.
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