Simulcast Fragment – 1825210005 – Lucian E. Fabble – The Ghost of Your Writer

A four de force
To be sure
And not
To be missed

Esme's Cloud

The following letter and subsequent verses were found by rail guard Lucian E. Fabble on the first day of November 2026 in a scruffy taupe envelope stuffed down the side of an ancient-looking armchair that boasted a variety of tufts and rips across its wine-stained hide: an unusually bulky item that had been shoved into the Lost Property office when the smoking room was transformed into The Tat for Tit Cyber Café in 1995. The former was penned in beautiful cursive, copperplate — a style emboldened with elegant swirls and curlicues, handwritten with a dip-pen and laid upon vellum so fine Lucian felt as though the page would simply evaporate if he fingered it for too long. The latter verses were incongruously written in orange crayon on the back of two Weetabix packets stapled together (circa 1976, Bovver Boys Edition).

The envelope was addressed to Edward Underfoot Esq, 2 Oddstone…

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About Ben Naga

The Spirit that graces me with its passing has no name and stems not from thoughts and words, though it gathers them up as it flows, but from feeling.

Posted on November 15, 2019, in Poetry. Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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