Sir Winston Churchill‘S Ghost
Justine look and then he is gone
Sir Winston Churchill’s Ghost
In midnight halls, he lingers on,
A shadow in a bowler hat, a leader gone.
Cigar smoke curling through the silent air,
A grumble of thunder beneath his stare.
The echo of war rooms, dim and cold,
Maps unfurled, stories bold.
Whiskey’s bite and the weight of lead,
Battles waged in a voice long dead.
The iron growl of speeches past,
A ghostly murmur that cannot last.
He haunts the chambers of old defeat,
Where victory limped on tired feet.
No cheers now, no clinking glass,
Just the ticking clock as ages pass.
A Prime-minister, a spirit’s lost,
Winston lingers still.
Some see him, then he fades away,
Dressed in old, not modern day.
A fleeting glance, a coat, a cane,
Gone before they call his name.
The past still paces, firm and slow,
A ghost with nowhere else to go.
In silent halls, he makes his stand,
A shadow cast across the land.
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Marie381Uk
I've been writing poetry since the age of fourteen. With pen in hand, I wander through realms unseen. The pen holds power; ink reveals hidden thoughts. A poet may speak truth or weave a tale. You decide. Let pen and ink capture your mind❤️
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Comments (3)
Churchill was my idol , I visited the war basement in London.
Wow his ghost is back. Who would you want to meet if you could meet any ghost? I’d meet the ghost of Ghanghis khan
He was a great man for all across the world. Good job.