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    The Wicked Come

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      As eerie sounds stopped at last.

      Pale mist gently rolled away,

      With the fiery red of day

      The truck swayed with nervous sounds

      As on the roof dead branch pounds,

      Ancient fallen soldiers slept;

      From the truck his lover crept.

      Not looking back, he ran home

      Hurt he had been left alone.

      Running through the sleeping dead,

      Past statue of dripping red,

      His thoughts racing for lost love,

      Now swaying from branch above.

      Gently moving with the breeze,

      As gate slams shut…..

      No trespassers please

      Fractured Mind

      i awake confusion hits

      contorted images in my brain

      body moving out of sync

      mind has not returned

      wild dogs; barking, howling

      chase me through

      dark shadowy woods

      my foot catches on dead branch,

      i fall into decaying leaves

      cover my head with torn arms

      blood drips onto my face

      as the dogs descend...

      i awake confusion hits,

      i stumble to the kitchen

      legs shaking from the chase

      mind floats somewhere above,

      in my kitchen people sit and chat

      welcoming me with smells of tea and toast

      warm happy voices fill the cramped room

      i live alone...

      the people melt away

      leave multi coloured puddles on my floor

      i tip toe around them

      one touch and i’ll be sucked into the void...

      my back door shakes and wobbles

      glowers at me with hate

      cockroaches climbing the walls

      drop on my head and thud to the floor

      smell like death

      shaking with fear i open the door

      bacteria from the handle

      burning, eating into my hands

      washing all day will not

      rid me of the taint...

      i run down garden path

      suddenly a clowns head on a wire coil

      bounces into me

      white face vacant

      thick red lips grinning

      blue star eyes staring

      the clown dissolves,

      metamorphosing...

      strange postman appears,

      knife in hand

      lunges violently at me

      i grab the knife

      stab him instead

      letters cascade onto the broken path...

      i awake in red satin sheets

      as confusion multiples.

      Free

      Sirens screeched,

      Split the sky.

      Roosting ravens reared

      As one, in

      Giant cawing claw;

      Casting dancing shadows,

      Against the falling night.

      Through flickering lights;

      The concrete monster reared.

      Lurking, as the

      Shadows lengthened,

      Leering silently

      At the tiny terrace houses,

      Standing

      Huddled and afraid.

      Sweeping searchlights

      Arced and Peered

      Through the entombing dark.

      Stared through the

      Amber greyness.

      Searching while

      Asylum sat

      In seeping rage.

      Red eyes blinking

      Iron bars rattling

      As shaken inmates

      Screamed out in

      Secret fear.

      The young man sat

      In the midst of darkness,

      To him,

      The shadows held no

      Fear.

      The much used siren,

      Squawked and whined,

      Destroyed, his empty life.

      Slowly, he felt

      His cluttered home.

      A crazy cacophony

      Of colours unseen;

      Windows were shut,

      Doors remained bolted,

      Satisfied; the young man

      Climbed his stairs

      To bed.

      The Monster,

      Closed its yellowed eyes.

      Ceased its carrion cries.

      The quiet man smiled:

      And listened,

      Natures’ sounds began to rise:

      As through the darkened day.

      Autumnal winds howled

      Then died.

      Lashed against his

      Shaking windows.

      While cars crept quietly

      Through the empty streets.

      Suddenly, from downstairs,

      Sounds of smashing glass...

      House jumped,

      With savage fears.

      Dog door rattled and

      Slammed shut.

      Beloved paws padded heavily

      Up creaking stairs:

      Dog was coming

      To bed.

      Door creaked, gently open,

      Soft wet tongue

      On outstretched hand:

      Young man ruffled,

      Damp, scraggy fur.

      Disturbed scents of

      Mud and Sweat.

      Dog licked his mouth

      Sniffed at his face

      Hot breathe tickled

      Odours of horror.

      Finally he settled

      At the young mans’ feet,

      Soon gently snoring in

      Dog dream sleep.

      The young man smiled,

      At his sleeping friend

      Drifting away on

      Pillow of dreams…

      Then blind blue eye

      Flashed wide in fear,

      As he heard

      Beloved paws padding heavily

      Up creaking stairs

      To bed.

      Voodoo

      Brown hair faded,

      Grey then left,

      Dark eyes, amber

      Beads of hate.

      Baggy face twisted,

      White with rage

      From Gaping mouth,

      Dripped poisoned words

      As evil thoughts

      Inside him stirred.

      Around him air

      Darkened with spite

      As in day

      He brought night.

      Large hands gripped

      A primal doll,

      Its body; twigs

      With white wrappings

      Twisted, tightly bound,

      Splintering in death.

      Rudely pointing arms

      Broke and crushed

      In his grasp.

      Its bead eyes

      Glassy amber flashes.

      Green moss hair,

      Now dried brown

      Flaked and fell.

      Slyly, he opened,

      Stolen sewing box

      Of simple pine.

      Removed three rusting

      Bead headed pins.

      Humming, he struck

      At dolls' head,

      Wished employers dead,

      Never gave him

      Job he deserved.

      Next in eye,

      Friends waving goodbye,

      Vague lost faces,

      In his mind.

      Took final red

      Glass beaded pin.

      Pricked finger; bled

      Drops of red,

      Fell onto white

      Of little doll.

      Violently, he thrust

      Last brown pin

      Into dolls' heart,

      Cursed his family,

      Old and young,

      They never gave

      Him total love

      Or enough money.

      Lightning struck inside

      His dissolving mind,

      Amber eyes flashed

      As darkness fell,

      Clutched his heart,

     
    ; Beating too fast,

      Little doll dropped,

      Smashed against floor,

      Bald head lolling,

      Amber eyes bulging,

      Open mouth frozen

      In final scream.

      As wet red

      Halo encircled head.

      Man and doll

      Collapsed on floor.

      The Cottage Garden

      The cottage sat daintily in the lane.

      Glistening in the warm May rain,

      Russet roof tiles, glowed orange and gold,

      In patch work of encroaching mould.

      The red brick chimney reached tall and proud,

      Chimney pots smoking lost in cloud

      While the modified ivy twisted and grew...

      Surrounded by a sweet, soft petal shore,

      Flowers clawed at the front door.

      Black velvet tulips stood aloft and tall,

      Dicenthra bled by garden wall.

      Yellow pansies frowned garish and loud,

      Forget- me- nots made blue shroud

      While the modified ivy twisted and grew...

      Framed by the perfect pansy border,

      Green grasses waved to order,

      Dark emerald blades cut short and neat,

      Bowed at trees restless feet.

      Magnolia rose and filled the sky

      Shielding all from passers by

      As the modified ivy grew twisting...

      Magnolia moved in the breeze,

      Tear drops sparkled on the leaves,

      Branches tentatively tapped the wall,

      Small red drips began to fall,

      Splashed the blossoms crimson upon white,

      Made a very pretty sight.

      As twisted the modified ivy grew....

      At shuttered window the woman stared,

      Saw a hummingbird and glared.

      It settled in the shimmering vine coil

      Squawked and fell onto the soil.

      Deep brown spotted, golden vine trickled red,

      As poor hummingbird lay dead.

      As modified and twisted the ivy grew...

      The creeper crept with serpentine skill,

      Moving towards the windowsill,

      Brown mottled vine merged with shadowy light

      Yellow eyes and hunters sight.

      It found the woman watching from windowsill,

      Crushed her; such an easy kill,

      And modified and twisted the ivy grew...

      Prayers

      Jimmy Choos’ stalked across the floor,

      Ripping, clawing against the antiqued oak,

      Stuttered, stiffened; listened to deep silence

      Then slowly circled, nowhere once more.

      The gold straps coiled around her calf’s,

      Winding, binding, painfully twisting…

      D. and G. suit clinging about her,

      Her grey silk blouse rustled in the breeze,

      While around her stalk, staccato sounds

      Hung, heavily in the air.

      Iphone, sleek black, gripped in her hand,

      Silky skin, hung with heavy gold.

      Tiffany watched ticked out her life,

      Loudly chimed, while seconds slowed.

      Once the phone throbbed with human voice,

      But now lay an empty, silenced shell.

      Iphone, deceased, flew through the flat,

      Into lurking black mouthed Aga,

      Exploded as a bank of grey smoke,

      Hung, heavily in the air.

      Her deal was done, her life’s work gone,

      Lost in arteries of cyber space.

      Dragging away her friends and colleagues.

      Empty. Amputated. Alone.

      She sought solace in some simpler things,

      Unearthed an unwanted angel.

      Lit Jo Malone candles and prayed.

      Warm, rich red wax, dripped and ran.

      As odours of frankincense and myrrh,

      Hung, heavily in the air.

      A warm wind rustled her Harrods’ blinds,

      Caressed her neck with heated breathe,

      Waving candles danced and died.

      Slowly she slid into silent sleep.

      Watching angel smiled and stared,

      The moon faded from an empty sky,

      As sunlight stretched into the room.

      The landline screamed, her job reborn.

      While the body of her manager,

      Hung, heavily in the air.

      Angel twisted its head towards her.

      Happiness melted; horror oozed.

      She had prayed for a second chance,

      Consequences careered together.

      Her hands stained red with innocent blood

      Chiselled grey eyes of cold intentions...

      Another soul to savour slowly...

      Fractured images of future life,

      Hung heavily in the air.

      An eternity of servitude,

      No life, no hope, or resting in peace…

      Alabaster angel leered hungrily.

      Trembling, woman came towards him,

      Hair by Hari’s covered her face.

      Angel glowed: someone was praying.

      Another desperate soul to steal,

      Silently, woman tied Ipad lead

      One end to fan, one to angels’ neck,

      Shocked face of angel spun around fast.

      Then just...

      Hung, heavily in the air.

      Lady In Black

      She follows me from room to room,

      Footsteps echoing in the gloom.

      Softly her boots tap up the stair,

      Scents of lavender fill the air.

      In mirrored reflections, she waits,

      Her fractured face just stares and hates.

      I catch glimpses of long black dress,

      Wrapped tightly in loving caress.

      Then vanishes into a mist,

      I breathe in the air that she kissed.

      Black eyes watch as in bed I lie,

      They laugh and tease, I slowly die.

      No one believes that she is there,

      Just following me everywhere.

      Grey Eyes In The Deep

      The sea rolled in,

      The waves rushed out,

      Snatching, ripping, dragging

      The terrified, tumbling peddles

      Into a greedy sea.

      Damp rocks glistened

      Sparkled and shone, while

      Through softly swaying

      Seaweed shadows

      A sullen darkness stared.

      Black rocks clawed

      Through sinking sands,

      Glinting, oozing, hiding

      Under algae hoods.

      Silently watching,

      Waiting…

      Alone.

      He stood.

      Amongst sharpened cliffs.

      Gazing at a black sea shadow.

      Among white sea waters

      Playful people splashed

      Whispering, laughing pointing,

      Met his gaze

      Turned away

      Shadow snaked through

      Tumbling seas

      Dull grey eyes fixed

      Unblinking, staring

      Rushing through the foam.

      Dull grey eyes

      Watched in unblinking stare

      Hating, loathing, lusting

      Beneath the happy mob,

      A black shape rippled

      Cutting through

      The jumbling waves.

      Young man waved,

      A shouted warning

      People laughed and turned away.

      Waves rushed in from everywhere

      Children caught off guard screamed

      And wobbling women waded in

      Sudden flash of white fanged jaw

      Glowing, glinting, shining

      In the summers sun.

      Black shape torpedoed

      through the crowd

      Wove and spun

      through the tumbling torsos.

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    nbsp; Serrated tail sliced

      Swimmers in two;

      As long neck stretched,

      Twisting, searching, ripping

      Feeding off the floating flesh.

      Azure sea glowed bright red.

      People screamed arms flailed in fear

      As silently

      He watched

      And waved.

      The Hunter

      The trees crouched

      Naked.

      Huddled against the

      Snapping,

      Icy,

      Breeze.

      Branches woven,

      Clinging together.

      Arthritic twigs

      Splintered and bent

      As shimmering ivy

      Slowly encircled

      Their moss draped

      Bodies.

      Crumbling black bark,

      Wrinkled with age,

      Dropped,

      Silently,

      Onto the barren

      Earth.

      Alone,

      The yew tree

      Towered,

      Over the bowing

      Dwarfen trees.

      Fanning branches,

      Blocked out the sky.

      Walls of sallow bark,

      Twisted like

      Grotesque,

      Dancing,

      Wooden statues.

      Dark knots erupted

      From within the

      Bark,

      Screaming faces.

      A gaping hole

      Oozed darkness

      Where its heart

      Had weathered away…

      A musty odour

      Floated on the

      Biting Breeze.

      Camouflaged

      Hunter coughed

      And hid.

      Waiting for his

      Prey.

      Eerie sense of being

      Watched.

      Sudden crack,

      Of whip like

      Branch,

      Pins him

      Inside the

      Tree.

      Screaming,

      Merging

      Into the

      Bark,

      As first green

      Shoots of

      Spring

      Appear.

      The Mystic Isle

      The isle arose from swirling mists,

      Slicing through the broken skies,

      Lurking beneath the whitened waters,

      Dark hungry fangs of piercing stone

      Impatiently waiting for their prey:

     

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