The ghosts here are kind.
I’m in an old wooden house
Flat packed from Birmingham, England
To Kenya in 1900.
Earlier, as I emptied the bath
I heard voices.
A conversation from beneath the tub,
And I looked hard to see where it was coming from.
Sometimes when I’m sitting
Reading
I feel someone pass along the verandah
Outside
I don’t mind - I rather welcome
The ghosts
They keep me company
As no other living human
Managed.
John H Davies
28th March 2026
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