Barchester's Ghosts
or
The Supernatural Demise of Archdeacon Haynes
or
The Supernatural Demise of Archdeacon Haynes
Whistle
and I'll come
you
to merry make
a midnight story
tell
before roaring fire
warm
hearts cold kept
spectral
voices louder grow
scream
this evening Christmas
past.
~
You who listen
hear:
In Barchester Cathedral
wood
carvings to life
arose
one black cat
sinister
crouched in spirited
haunts
menacing hooded figure
concealed
ambitious cleric's plan:
Murder!
It be schemed
against
one aged predecessor
cursed
archdeacon Pulteney hanger-on
fate
his demise arranged
his
successor John Haynes
compelled.
~
Plain this story
began
with obituary notice
taken.
From academic honors
orders
holy quick received
precentorship
to cleric Haynes
accorded.
He to archdeaconry
aspired
own Barchester renown
published
sermons elegant penned
defenses
of episcopacy urbane
remembered
too a bachelor
lone
57, young he
died
his odd end
augured
such tragedy appalling
undenied.
~
Abide this introduction
please
flashback this story
quickly
needed facts be
ascertained:
Dr. Black cataloguer
historian
our story's link
espied
what little matter
seemed:
tin box sealed
tight
of diaries details
hid
50 years gone
unknown.
Home Black box
took
its tale within
awaiting
chance for plotting
pieces
Haynes' death to
resolve.
~
Before too far
we
get we pray
thee
notice what's past
surmised:
Archdeacon's diaries historian
discovered
story within story
framed
cleric to career
advance
fashioned single stair-rod
missing.
Aged archdeacon's fall
ensured
his long reign
ended
Haynes himself successor
named.
Church's messy business
discharged
Haynes upon mercy
seat
attention turned thoughts
medieval
clued in misericord
ornate.
~
Haynes' fate fixed
three
grotesques a part
acted
this mystery playing
out
with black cat
vigilant
enrobed monarch ears
pricked
horns curving hands
taloned
muffled mantled figure
flesh
rent its name
proclaimed
King of Terrors
chiseled
from Hanging Oak
roots
sore fed bones
boughs
filled with poppets
rustic
on unleaved branches
hanged
Haynes' Barchester ghosts
collected.
~
Return to tale
digress
no more shadows
descend.
In journals Haynes'
troubles
dark and black
committed
poor cleric's fears
redoubled.
~
In evensong service
Haynes'
hand on carving
rested.
Soft wood it
seemed
till sudden move
unpleasant
felt startled feral
creature
arisen alive head
twisting
in bid to
bite.
Haynes left much
disturbed.
~
Night thickened mystery's
edge.
Alone, his candle
lit
Haynes up stairs
crept.
May I come
in?
lowed voiced greetings
clear
on New Year
heard.
Haynes to room
quickly
repaired locked door
yet
words he heard
urging
sharply Take care!
Cat
black between feet
slipped
but no cat
Haynes
had yet saw
he.
~
Goings and comings
more
such mystery did
deepen.
Taps on doors
voices
no one there.
Suffering
anew with depression
deep
Haynes own undoing
leading
to Barchester Cathedral
stalls.
~
Fall came spirits
rose
spirits felled Haynes'
mind
at evensong experience
reeled.
Hand alight on
figure
carved wood chilly
seemed
but soft turned.
Whisperings
persisted black cat
appeared
on stairs. Dreams
fevered.
Feared taloned hand
felt
Haynes on shoulder
bared.
Prayers prayed for
Christmas
respite from beating
down.
~
Whispers whispered whispering
woke
but unremarked visitors
unprovoked.
Haynes tried firm
set
himself bold to
be.
~
Draw nearer now
Haynes'
story to end
proposed
on 26 February
foretold
came brutal on
stairs
face such fright
ravaged
as by animal
strange
attackers murderous ever
unknown
secrets cloistered dark
preserved.
~
What questions have
you
knowing he, Haynes,
bumped
archdeacon off? Black
swift
to Barchester Cathedral
went
evil to identify
proclaiming
twas death's figures
carved
in Barchester stalls
did
dasterdly deed do.
Haynes
touched alive wood's
spirits
Black knew wood's
source
this mystery's solution
proved.
~
By chance Black
story
made of fragments
pieced.
Wood's owner found
and
Black was paper
given
recounting arms split
from
Death figure revealing
writing:
charm it be
or
spell to remember.
Haynes
his bad dreams
conceived.
~
Paper aloud Black
read
the writing legible
inscribing
words several feared
surprising:
Grew I in
wood
watered with blood
I
in church stand
touch
me a hand
bloodied
you will return
beware
lest fetched away
you
by night shall
be
by every day
especially
when wind blows
high
this February night
dreamed
I this date
death
knocked mark it
26
of second month
of
new year same
year
as Haynes himself
did
die 1699 AD
signed
John Austin carver
he
of Barchester stalls
culled
from Hanging Oak
carved
three figures gripping
strange.
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M.R. James' atmospheric short story "The Stalls of Barchester Cathedral" is among a number of ghost stories told round the fire in England. It has been adapted for television numerous times, both in England and in the United States. In the 1970s, it was broadcast as part of the BBC's A Ghost Story for Christmas series. It is available in book form and as an audiobook. For those so inclined, an in-depth narrative of the story is here.
My "Barchester's Ghosts" is a humble adaptation of the story in verse, which I've arbitrarily conformed to couplets totaling three words and one, respectively (or vice versa). I offer it in response to poet David Wheeler's challenge to craft for this week's Random Acts of Poetry at The High Calling a poem about Noel Ghosts. The deadline for contributions is December 2, 6:00 p.m. PST.
I also offer this for One Stop Poetry's weekly One Shot Wednesday event. Be sure to visit the site late Tuesday afternoon and evening and every Wednesday for links to the many contributors' "one shot" poems.