structural haunt

It hangs there often ignored now. Just a pier. Something from a bygone era. Ships no longer dock at it. Only a few scavengers haunt it now. A lone fisherman waits in the fog. Barely existing in the forefront of anyone’s mind. But it is back there. In the deepest fog. Haunting minds with its ragged sculpture. This bare skeletal thing. This shadowy presence that hovers somewhere between memories. Some kind of phantom bridge. From the unknown to the unreachable. Affecting in its indiscernible way. An atmospheric link.

22 thoughts on “structural haunt”

  1. Wonderful. mysterious photos of the old pier in the mist! A beautiful expressive, reflective poem! I enjoyed this post, just as I have enjoyed visiting similar ruins on beaches. Thank you for taking me back there again. I hope all is well with you. Cheryl

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