THE LEGEND OF OLD JOHN LEGEND
- tenbrunsel2
- Oct 31
- 2 min read
Updated: 9 hours ago

The old timers up here
On dry ridge
Speak legends
Of old John Legend
A deranged old man
A ghastly crooked ghost of a beast
Haunts this injun land
Legend has it
He was a hermit,
no one dared too venture
his spookly-dark abode
“No! No! Don’t go there, child
That’s ugly man
He’ll grab you
And who know’s how vile !
Jon’s cabin had caught fire
One derangedful night
Mung’st bitterness and cursing
Heard grim within
They say
He rose that night from the ashes
Perhaps from Hell itself
A shadowy host ghost of a man
Sentenced to roam about
The land
Tall and lanky
Slightly scaryly over-bent
A Fire-scared
Homeless and degenerate
Doomed to Wander this land
As legend would have it, he leaves burnt marks
Wherever he lays his hand
On sunny days
His shadow plays
With a chilly eeriness
Winters you can see his breath
but nowhere’s stands the man
At night footsteps heard on
Creaky vacant steps
On the back porch?
Attic?
Or was it in my basement?
Or suspended hovering ‘oer my bed?
Always the black-burnt hand print.
A chill consumes
My bedroom
Still nippyness fills my room
Very still I lie there
A chill runs up my spine
Fearing
Fearing the ghost
Of kingdom come
In winter I hear the crunch
Of walked-on crunchy snow
Outside below my hearth-warmed window
I peek out
Nothing?
No footprints?
No footprints in the snow?
Just steamy footprints
As if someone were peeking in my inn
I reside on old John’s mountain
Used to be his home
The shadowy soulful
Now death-sentenced soul
Doomed to ghastly roam
Eerie yet allusive
Old John here still resides
And his deadly demise
Still
Haunts these hills
To every one’s
Surmise
tom tenbrunsel
The Ghost of Rabbit Ridge
Author’s Note: As ghastly spooky ghostly as it is, this poem is of the genre of flash photo poetry. Is it perhaps in the category of flash, non-fiction fiction? Or just a ghastly ghostly poem? To get you all a thinking - sending chills up yor spine. Oh you’ve seen him alright; you just don’t know😎



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