The Ghosts of Karlova Most

Oil on Canvas              Lee Allane

And what have they seen these ancient stones,

Men bleeding in the snow,

lovers scurrying to their wedding bed,

beggars starving in the rain,

whispered secrets in the dark.

 

The ghosts of Karlova Most etched within the stones,

souls of men lingering below the sculptor’s mark,

forms alive within their their outer form,

Layer upon layer of the past asleep

waiting for its second breath.

 

I do not know

And the stones do not speak.