Woman in Black

Woman in Blackis a ghost story told with poetry. Some of us never question the existence of ghosts and others laugh off such stories as utter nonsense. What do I believe? In the daylight hours with the sun high in the sky I do not believe in such tales, but when darkness falls and a full moon is overhead I am much more open minded. Of course I have spent all my wonder years walking the Colorado Rocky Mountains, which are older than time. I have hiked down the forgotten boardwalks of long lost mining towns and the overgrown mislaid cemeteries that dot the backroads of my mountains. I have spent countless hours reading the epitaphs of those folks that lived and died on windblown tombstones and rotted crosses. Ghosts in the end may not be real, but one thing that I have felt in my bones and my soul is the human misery of such places. “Woman in Black” is my version of a ghost story that may or may not haunt the streets of Central City, Colorado.

“Woman in Black”
Walking bundled up against the night, cold and snow,
Quarter size snowflakes floated in the streetlights glow.
She appeared dressed in black, with button up shoes,
Across the street veiled by falling snow looking confused.
Looking the part of this rustic mountain mining town,
Woman out of time looking at me, no smile just a frown.
Pacing the street up and down, this way and that,
Panicked look I could see below her glistening black fur hat.
Slowly crossing the street in the wet slush and snow,
Now next to her, noticing her face had an eerie pale glow.
Sadness was upon her face as she looked at me,
Snow gets thicker, she was harder for me to see.
With mournful look reaching for me she began to fade,
In the darkness before me only snowflakes swayed.
Confused staring in the dark and the snow on the ground,
My footprints only, hers were nowhere to be found.
Slowly I walked, turning my collar to the cold and damp,
I knew I had seen her ghost in this old mining camp.
By Kurt James

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Kurt James was born and raised in the foothills of the Colorado Rocky Mountains. With family roots in western Kansas and having lived in South Dakota for 20 years Kurt naturally had become an old western and nature enthusiast. Over the years Kurt has become one of Colorado’s prominent nature photographer’s through his brand name of Midnight Wind Photography. His poetry has been featured in the Denver Post, PM Magazine and on 9NEWS in Denver, Colorado. Kurt is also a feature writer for HubPages and Creative Exiles with the article’s focused on Colorado history, ghost towns, outlaws, and poetry. Inspired at a young age by writers such as Jack London, Louis L’Amour and Max Brand have formed Kurt’s natural ability as a storyteller. Kurt has published 7 novels all based in and around the Colorado Rocky Mountains. Using the Midnight Wind Publishing brand Kurt has also released a poetry collection called the wandering man collection - Poetry and Thoughts of a Wandering Man - (Uniquely Colorado edition) and now this collection - Poetry and Reflections of a Wandering Man (Random Thoughts edition). Kurt has also published 3 historical reference books, and one humor book. All are available in print or download on Amazon, Barnes and Noble, Goodreads and other fine bookstores. And a few shady bookstores as well. Kurt is working on his 9th Colorado adventure tale novel “Rocky Mountain Moonshiner”.

12 thoughts on “Woman in Black

    • May 28, 2017 at 6:45 PM

      Thank you Phyllis for stopping by my campfire for this tale…

  • May 28, 2017 at 3:09 PM

    Nicely written ghost story Kurt. Sad that the ghosts are all trapped in this realm.

    • May 28, 2017 at 6:46 PM

      Yes Paul it that is truly the case. How sad is that?

  • May 28, 2017 at 9:48 PM

    Well written as always Kurt, and it is sad so many are still bound in this plane, unable to move on. Cheers!

    • May 29, 2017 at 7:01 AM

      Thanks Tony, always happy to have you stop by.

  • May 29, 2017 at 8:06 AM

    Always love your ghost stories, Kurt. This was an eerie poem and well worth the read.

    • May 29, 2017 at 11:09 AM

      Thank you John for stopping by.

  • July 12, 2017 at 10:58 AM

    Nice to find your work here Kurt James. As you stated, over all these years, you have not yet encountered an in your face ghost/spirit. However you have felt their presence through your sojourns through the ghost towns of the Colorado past. The poem was well written, she appears in your mind as a damsel who is distressed, many of them do. Perhaps being attired in black, she may have been one of the mourners at a grave you may have visited on your walks. I was a skeptic for most of my life until 2006 when I had an encounter with an apparition on a Kentucky back road. I truly believe she has inspired me to pen much of my life past. The first poem she inspired me to pen was “Graveyard of Lost Souls” Thank you for sharing your work here, I look forward to reading more of it.

    • July 14, 2017 at 6:50 PM

      Thanks Vincent for stopping by my campfire for a visit. Looking forward to reading some of your work and welcome to creative exiles.

  • August 1, 2017 at 4:28 PM

    oooh, scary. How about a Man Ghost dressed in black? That might be okay 🙂 Very haunting poem, Kurt. Guess I’ll sleep with the lights on tonight 🙂

    • August 2, 2017 at 2:55 AM

      Never a shortage of ghost stories here in Colorado… Maybe I will find one about a man in black – until then keep the light on Tamara….


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