This lovely, peaceful place, they say, used to harbor monks who were slaughtered during Cromwell’s reign. They say that those monks rise when the moon is full. They walk the paths in silence. They say that no one has seen their faces.
Those who have seen the ghosts don’t speak of it. Something in their eyes forbids questions. But, they say, once a person has seen the ghosts, he is compelled to return. They watch in silence, waiting.
One of the watchers wrote in his diary that the paths were wet with tears as the monks passed.
So they say.
Lovely, evocative and atmospheric
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Beautiful comment. Thank you.
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Very evocative – not sure I would want to be one of the watchers though!
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Story would have been different had the monks not been slaughtered…
No ghosts and no tears…
Well described.
Nice And New- Anita
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It’s part of a very dark period of Britain’s history, when the Catholics and the Puritans took turns hunting each other down and killing each other in terrible ways. Yes, lots of tears.
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If only we all learned from the ghost of the past. Very beautiful writing.
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You’d think, wouldn’t you? But we just keep repeating. . . thanks for your lovely compliment.
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So many lives lost, so much history and art destroyed… Great comment on that brutal time.
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Definitely a thought provoking piece.
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I hoped it would be. Thank you.
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😀
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What a powerful and sad tale. I can just imagine seeing those paths. Great write!
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Thanks, Jelli 🙂
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The way you set this up gave me chills. It’s not necessarily chilling, but the tears….
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Sharply written, I very much enjoyed this,
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Thanks, Michael. The photo immediately made me think of Tintern Abbey 🙂
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“They” say a lot of things, Linda. Some true, some untrue. I used to be a member of “They” until I was expelled for being a smart-alec. Now I walk in silence. Unfortunately, my face isn’t much to look at.
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Indeed. “They” never seem to run out of things to say 🙂
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I’ve heard this may even be a true story too. So many people have reported having seen sights like that
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Well, there certainly was plenty of tragedy in the abbeys, cloisters, and monasteries. Makes for interesting reading, if you enjoy history.
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Yes . In Shakespeare’s sonnet LXXIII sonnet, which includes a reference to ‘cold,
Bare ruin’d choirs, where late the sweet birds sang’, that refers to Henry VIII destruction of the monasteries of England
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Which he destroyed after he created his own church because he wanted to divorce his wife and marry Anne Boleyn. So much sorrow, so much useless tragedy.
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Dear Linda,
“So they say” repeated adds rhythm to this piece. Ethereal and well constructed. Goes very well with the prompt.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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The picture made me think of Tintern Abbey, which I’ve had the privilege of visiting. It’s an atmospheric place.
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Very mysterious, lovely piece!
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Thank you 🙂
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Great story, Linda. I could see them walking in silence in my mind. —- Suzanne
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Thanks 🙂
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I like this – a touch of history, a touch of fantasy. So I say.
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So you say 🙂
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Reminds me of an urban legend, nobody really knows, some believe and others don’t.
Great story!
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Thanks 🙂
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So they say, but do you believe them? Well written mystery.
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And a mystery it will remain 🙂
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I love a good ghost story!!! I would probably be one of those people who show up just to watch for the monks.
Great writing!
-Rachel
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Thank you, Rachel 🙂
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Great story! That pic just cries out for spooky tales!
Ronda
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Yes, I agree. First thing I thought of was Tintern Abbey. Thanks for your comment, Ronda.
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i have no doubt that one creative entrepreneu can develop the place a tourist attraction. trust me, any moment now. 🙂
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Which would doubtless eliminate the ghosts and dry up the tears 🙂
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As I was scrolling down the miles of your comments 😉 I saw Rochelle stole what I wanted to say.
So, Well done, loved the rhythm and “They” are all-telling on all sorts of subjects, aren’t “They”?
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Thanks, Dale. Yes, I’ve often wondered who “They” really are 🙂
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“They” know so much… 😏
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That’s a chilling tale or so they say. I like the way the tears accentuate, highlight the path of the victims.
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Thank you, I appreciate that insight.
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I always believe that the ghostly souls inhabit the old stone work.
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My son was telling me about visiting Auschwitz. He said the whole place is as quiet as a tomb. There wasn’t even any birdsong. No one talked. It was as if the spirits of those who suffered there were still present.
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I really believe that is possible.
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A haunting tale, beautifully written. I like the way you repeated “they say.” It added a poetic feel to the piece.
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Exactly what I hoped for. Thanks.
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Very well written, atmospheric piece on a dark period of history.
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Thank you 🙂
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A haunting tale. Well done, Linda.
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Thanks 🙂
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This was really well written, Linda. I liked the last line about the path being wet with the monks’ tears. I too had heard that nothing grows at Auschwitz. Lots of tears and blood are in that place. So many dark periods in history.
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Yes. Man’s inhumanity toward man.
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The repetition of “they say” is as dreamlike as your story. Nicely done.
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Thanks, Alicia.
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A sombre piece – very moving. The path wet with tears is a powerful image.
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Thanks, Margret 🙂
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Linda, you must be a champion at campfires! This is wonderfully told–– like an old tale, with chills and no gore. Nice job!
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Thank you, Dawn. Yes, I do enjoy concocting scary stories whenever the opportunity arises:)
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It almost makes you want to join the watchers just to know more.
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Yes! Thank you 🙂
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And i think I will leave it for them to know.. What a wonderful write!
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Thank you, Volet 🙂
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Great piece Linda. We have a bridge near us where the ghost of a monk walks according to legend, and quite a few, including my sister swear they’ve seen it
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Kinda creepy, if the explanation that ghosts cannot rest until they are satisfied that some wrong done to them has been made right.
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It is, but then there’s something creepy about ghosts altogether as they are lingering on for some reason or other.
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