The Wicked Come
By
Rainbow Reed
The Wicked Come
Rainbow Reed is one of the new exciting generation of unique contemporary poets.
The Wicked Come is an exciting, sinister collection of Dark Romantic and Gothic Horror poetry featuring many new twisted poems fear from horror writer Rainbow Reed.
The collection explores the darker side of humanity, what happens when people love too much, when sanity crashes against madness and meet the characters that inhabit the shadow lands of society: the gourmet detective, the doctor with interesting hobbies, the unnatural gardener and other creatures.
The work published in this book is the work of Rainbow Reed. The book author retains sole copyright to her contributions to this book. Rainbow Reed is hereby identified as author of this work in accordance to section 77 of the Copyright, Designs and Patents Act 1988.
Poetry Index
Love Lies
Devotion
Dinner Date
Dream Girl
Online Lover
Bitten
Primrose Close
Bloody Mary
The Storm
Princess Lollipop
The Statue
Fractured Mind
Free
Voodoo
The Cottage Garden
Prayers
Lady In Black
Grey Eyes
The Hunter
The Mystic Isle
Buried
Grave Spirits
Love Lies
Bright,
Shining star.
On sultry sand,
Drying seaweed
Curls and sighs
Like Silent spectres
Yachts’ glide past.
Watched by
Sleepy, golden
Sun.
Seagull
Shrieking,
Swoops and dives,
On silvery fish
In tangling weeds.
Pebbles jingling,
With your laugh,
Water runs
From my
Grasp.
Your face
Ripples
Under waves.
Memories lost
To tidal graves.
Sweet sea smell
On salty sand,
Perfume placed
Upon your
Hand.
One day
Our love
Was washed away.
As walking on,
A lanterned pier.
Blinking in
A twilight night
I spied a
Cosy couple
Walking by.
Water playing
With your hair
Fixed blue eyes
Just seem to stare.
You Never saw me
Standing there.
Now waves rush in
As days roll past
And fading memories
Always last.
Devotion
Beside your bed,
The photo rests:
Happy Wedding Days,
Soft, loving eyes,
Seas of blue,
A sunshine smile,
On an Angels’ face.
White satin sheets
Lie crumpled, twisted;
Gently caressing contours
Of a sleeping you.
Your perfume lingers
Loiters on soft pillows,
Sprinkled with Rose petals.
A cluttered dresser,
Betrays your life:
Spilt perfume bottles,
Flaking eye shadow;
Strawberry lip gloss,
Our favourite taste,
I must have.
Fire red curls,
Sweep, blushing deeply,
Across your sleeping face.
Silky, soft touches
Of rare found beauty.
A strand borrowed.
Saved for later.
Upon your pillow,
I place more offerings,
Rosebuds: blood red
As my needy heart.
You stir; waking.
And through the skylight
I leave alone.
Our love hurts,
Rips me apart.
As from my night-time post.
I watch...
Your frightened face
Through curtains
Searching for me.
Dinner Date
Silently he stalked,
Where the nameless walked
Patrolling midnights' beat
With heavy, dragging feet.
Creature of shadow land
Lawman, with gun in hand.
Fog smothers everywhere
Shrouding the killers’ lair.
Evil prowls the dead street;
Echoes of muffled feet,
Silently, people past,
Dripping hearts, racing fast.
Poster on shop window peers,
As photo fit face leers.
Front pages scream in fear.
Midnight ripper, comes here.
Beware this savage beast,
Beware his human feast.
Woman caught, out alone.
Whispers to her cell phone.
Grey form on poster glares,
Transfixed, she stops and stares.
Shadow flits across her face,
Warm heart begins to race….
Scents of fear, fill the street,
Sweat trickles in the heat,
A scream, a trip, fall…
Bold lawman, answers call,
Gently, he takes her arm,
“I’ll keep you safe from harm.”
She flicks strawberry hair,
Relieved to be in his care.
Lawman guides her through town,
Tense face looks up and down,
“You look tasty, my dear…”
Blue eyes widen with fear.
He grinned.
She froze.
Dream Girl
She floats
Outside my window;
Whispers softly,
Through my dreams.
Telling me,
I am
Not
Alone.
Black dress
Fluttering,
Raven hair flying.
Glowing face
Of palest silk.
Beckons to me
Across the
Abyss.
With sharpened
Claws, scratching,
And bright eyes begging,
Long, tongue licking,
Black rose lips.
I open window
She flies In.
A vision of beauty,
A waxen moon,
Drawn from
Darkness in my mind.
Beckons me
With long sleeve flapping
To the creaking
Window sill.
She jumps falling,
Into darkness.
Rustling sounds of flight.
I follow
Desperate to belong
I jump
I fall...
The path bleeds red.
As smiling softly,
She swoops
To feed.
The Online Lover.
City sounds screamed and swirled,
Sirens raced through neon world,
Shutters shook, while ghost trucks sped
Lewd vacant sign flashed deep red.
Her laptop buzzed and flickered,
While angry parents bickered.
She stared at the screen entranced,
Red electric shadows
danced.
Angry voices drifted near,
Pa sailed in on wave of fear,
“Switch that off!” Screams, floating head.
And get some real friends instead.
Footsteps fiercely stomp away.
Girl opens laptop to play,
Hidden under counterpane,
Waiting for the storm to wane.
Port of safety, sight unseen,
Message moves across the screen.
Online lover wants to meet,
Wild racing heart skips a beat.
Laptop lies on tousled bed,
Swamped in linen, glowing red.
Bedding smoulders in the gloom,
Smoky waves surge from the room…..
In strip club across two states.
Josh, fifteen, but thirty waits.
Balding hair and sweating hand,
Waiting for his catch to land…
At the coach station she waits,
Tiny girl by boarding gates,
In rucksack sharpened cleaver,
Lover Josh will never leave her…
Bitten
Falling leaves,
Exploding into flames
Burning red and golden
Chasing red shadows
Across. your silent face.
Soft chestnut curls haloed
Against a leafy pillow.
The quiet rise and fall
Of your chest
Breathes life into me,
Intoxicating aromas arise,
From the sleeping you :
Stale sweat and fear.
Raw red bands scratch
At your white wrists
Where I removed
The bonds of love,
Fading slowly with
The sleeping sun.
Angry amber eyes
Snap open wide.
You start you howl;
Then to growl.
You will never
Leave me now.
Primrose Close
Silently, they stopped to stare,
At the freak with raven hair,
His eyes rings of Dante black,
Angry looks burnt through his back.
Strange black clothes flapped in the air.
Flying back to darkened lair.
Primrose Close, closed its eyes,
Abnormals’ were despised.
Close people; pillars of good,
Bedrock, of their neighbourhood.
They must be rid of this thing,
It was either Close or Him…
Nice rose woman grew flowers,
Tending garden for hours,
Poor old woman left alone,
Husband ran away from home;
Roses blossomed pink and red.
Left no trace where husband bled…
City Banker, number One,
Works in cat shelter for fun.
Brings home strays of the City.
Model of care and pity.
Fur coats are her only vice,
Never wears the same one twice...
Number four is Dr. Pace
White coat and a kindly face.
Some patients give him pleasure
He enjoys them at leisure.
Watching limbs lying twitching.
In glass jars in his kitchen…
Hidden in the smallest nook,
Shy, school teacher ticks his book,
Enslaved with education
Spends evenings on Chat Nation
Befriends lonely teenage girls,
Loves the ones with Mommy’s’ curls…
Freak flew home, the Close stood still.
Silent curses of ill will.
Hidden in his bedroom lair,
No one saw his hungry stare.
White Collars bored him to tears.
Blank people with stagnant fears.
The loathing ripped through his heart.
Close and him were far apart.
They would never feel his need,
Watching Normals’ fear and bleed.
Deathly pale and feeling ill.
Slunk out silently to kill...
Bloody Mary
The blackened room,
Sat in the gloom.
A tap drips slow
Floor creaks below,
In dead of night,
Rose eerie sight.
A yellow mist,
Clawed and hissed,
Drip, drip, drip…
Hot steam creeping,
Water seeping,
Covering all,
In steamy shawl…
Woken from sleep
Through steam you creep,
Cursing the flood,
Hear water thud,
Drip, drip, drip….
Grey mist clears,
Mirror leers,
Take a chance,
A furtive glance.
Pale girl staring,
Red eyed, glaring,
Wild, banshee screams.
Silver knife gleams…
Drip, drip, drip….
Slumped on floor,
To breathe no more,
He lies alone.
She flies home.
To wait once more
At deaths door
For whispered name,
To begin the game
As peaceful again,
Outside the rain,
Goes, drip, drip, drip.
The Storm
On granite rock,
The woman sat.
Damp hair trickled down her back,
Azure highlights glimmering,
Golden curls shimmering.
Seaweed sparkled; waving wildly
White foam horses rear and pound,
Surging through the rocky mound.
Crashing against the sleeping stone.
Woman sits and
Stares alone.
Black cloud glares,
Fog horn blares,
Lightning screams across the sky.
Green eyes pierce through crushing waves,
As raging waters tumble by,
Swirling through the hidden reef.
Sharp fanged rocks, lurk just beneath.
Hungry for their prey….
Fisherman caught
In the storm.
Spies cast off lover all forlorn.
His heart pounds with fear and shock,
Demon lover clinging to demon rock,
Soaked in sea spray but shining still
Fisherman feels a surging thrill,
Pulls rudder across hard and fast,
Sails moan and flap against the mast.
Fishing boat thrown up and down,
Fishermans’ face creased with frown.
Woman sits in silence
Undertones of
Violence.
Green eyes glowing at her lovers face,
Thinking of happier times and place.
These eyes melt his heart of stone,
How could he have left her all alone?
Fishing boat drops from wave on high,
For a minute caught, seeming to fly.
Then falls and smashes into the foam,
Broken, drifting forever to roam.
Siren smiles and sings her song,
Waiting for another to come along
Princess Lollipop
Blonde curls, hug face so fair,
Prettily standing there.
Barbie dress; splattered red.
Tabby cat- lay quite dead.
But she was not to blame,
Cat had spoiled her game.
Her classmates were very bad,
Giggling made princess mad,
They did not understand,
Or obey her command
Luckily... class burnt down,
Wicked whispers through the town.
Lollipop loved art,
Drew pictures from the heart.
A severed dripping head,
Some teachers lying dead.
Specialist came to call,
She was too good for school.
Sudden screams filled the air,
She was too brave to care...
Her Mom lay in the hall,
Dad plastered on the wall.
Princess Lollipop went to play,
And put her pink shotgun away.
The Statue
Trees stood dark against the sky,
Branches rattled a war cry,
Howling wind ran through the trees,
Stealing dark, decaying leaves.
Hurling twigs against gnarled bark,
Strange sounds echoed in the dark;
Bowing branch taps sleeping tomb,
White mist rises in the gloom.
Shiny truck with glaring light,
Waking spirits in the night,
White washed headstones frowned and glared,
While iron statue turned and stared.
The truck rocked with heavy beat,
Masked the sound of dragging feet,
Iron statue, dripping red,
Woken from its earthly bed.
Young man smoothed his lovers face,
Falling into fond embrace,
As setting sun oozed and bled
Shrouding all in shades of red.
Grass crunched under heavy tread,
Flowers shook with quiet dread
Roosting rooks cawed in fright,
As statue hunted in the night.
Scabbard clanked on iron plate,
Eyes glowed through mask of hate.
One arm raised in angry fist,
Iron hook glinting in the mist.
Both lovers jolted with fear…
As screeching scrape came from the rear
Tall man cursed and hurried out,
Dark shadows lurking all about…..
Empty silence fell too fast