This poem is loosely based on a ghost story at one of our local Historical Houses, where I used to work as a Room Steward. If you would like to read the story behind the poem, you will find it in the Short Story section, as 'Restless Spirit."
Lady Margaret
By day she watches From the Panelled room window Unseen by all who enter therein, Lonely, she keeps vigil In sad desolation Grieving the loss caused by her sin.
The child she so loved Is gone now forever Though she would wish it not so, Condemned by her guilt To remain earthbound in spirit Her remorse will not let her go.
Lady Margaret silently glides Along darkened passage ways Deeply troubled in heart and mind, Dry-eyed but heartbroken For past wickedness she pays And solace she never will find.
Though forgiveness to her beckons She sadly turns away Held back by a fear so strong, Of possible retribution For her cruelty and coldness That she now knows was so wrong.
Ireland 1947. Seven weeks of relentless snow. Guard Eamon Foley is searching for a missing child.
At Toby Appleyard’s farm, he discovers the kitchen littered with dead cats. And the skeletal remains of a woman. Upstairs, Toby is dead in his bed.
Ireland 1967. The Summer of love. Or was it?
A holiday weekend. Amazing weather. American student Dakota Lacey is hiking around Kerry.
But there’s a sinister, dark side to the atmosphere. Lone female hikers are being brutally attacked.
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