Not poetry, but I recorded this last year and wanted to share it with you.
A spooky tale for the fireside this Christmas by the masterful M.R James.
Sceptical Professor Parkins takes a trip to Burnstow to indulge in some research, and play some golf. He finds a mysterious whistle in the ruins of an old preceptory and, foolishly, blows it. From this point on, he is pursued by...what?
Stoke the fire or light a candle, settle back in a comfy chair, pour yourself a large glass of something strong; you may need it.
Soundscape provided by the excellent Bethan Briggs-Miller of the Eerie Essex podcast.
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