High on the lonely yorkshire moorland
the village set was built
a long way from their main city studio
an imaginary society
had the feel of a real existing location
not a television creation!
When not in use an unsettling stillness
filled the fresh moving air
unseen activity as if life was going on
faint constant whispers
cast and crew aware of a muted sound
their subconscious did hound!
Amongst the farm animals beasts roamed
hypnotic glowing red eyes
savage snarling devil dog’s fangs exposed
wandering on the village edge
always in the shadows rarely are they seen
their very presence obscene!
Security patrolled quietly as filming proceeded
as reality and fantasy mingled
unaware of the other dimensions interacting
the crew huddled observing
actors becoming familiar characters on action
creating believable interaction!
Moments when an image mist or a shadow
that was not within the script
added to the mystique of an enchanting take
that the cameraman or director
could not grasp in the pressure of the shoot
when the schedule was acute!
But maybe the fears of any ghostly presence
is not always something to dread
this is just the mingling of nature’s elements
that should be embraced
there undisturbed since the earth was formed
before man the planet swarmed!
Do those who venture to this moorland oasis
need to fear the ghosts and spirits
blend and tease those gathered in the village
passing in and around their bodies
everyone prepares for another take to begin
feeling a slight tingle on the skin!
The anticipation of the moment is absorbed
as the pressures of a schedule
has blocked any fears of the village ambience
in a vast open landscape
paranormal discoveries remain imagination
with a disconcerting agitation!
In the village the filming goes on!
The Foureyed Poet.