A trawler beached on Mystic Rock.
Darkened creatures with heads of foam,
Shake seaweed hair and madly moan.
Watch wood crash into surging tides,
Splinters fly, while the drowning cry.
The snarling sea, stalks and pounces…
On trawler clinging to Mystic Rock.
The sun rose high, in sapphire sky.
Isle slumbers under soft lapping tides,
Grey seals basking on granite teeth,
Boisterous seagulls’ scream and fly,
As aged man stumbles on the shore,
Dry seaweed crackling under foot.
He stops and stares, his eyes aglow,
His prayers were answered in the night,
As driftwood forest floats into sight,
Flung against the rocky shore,
The captain sits on his granite throne
Carving trawler wrecked…
On Mystic Rock.
Buried
I open my eyes
And
Try to wake.
Mind set free,
Eternity surrounds
Nothingness that
Lasts forever
Staring into
Black space:
Eyes open or closed
It makes no sense.
Scurrying sounds:
Scratch over me
Running on bone or
Threadbare clothes
But I feel nothing.
How do they survive
Down Here,
I don't know
Am I here too
I'm not sure.
I smell strong aromas
Like mildewed pine
In raining woods.
I reach into
The darkness
Feel crumbling earth
And soggy wood
Recoiling from
My touch.
The taste of earth
Fills my mouth
But hunger
Never comes.
My body lies
Crumbling
Into the earth
I watch it decay.
Abandoned.
Entombed below
With no escape
And in the muted
Distance I hear
Screams and wails
Of deep despair
From others
Trapped in this
Empty solitude.
I close my eyes
And
Try to sleep
Forever.
Grave Spirits
Grave faces sneer
Around stone walls
With dragging feet
And whispered calls.
Gnashing teeth,
And rolling eye,
Hungry spirits
Peer and pry.
Stick thin legs:
Make trailing vine,
Living creatures
To entwine.
Thin pointed fingers snatch
As spirits in grey
Try to seize
Their human prey.
Who hurry through
The crumbled stone
Fearing they are not…
Alone.
ISBN: 978-09570711-0-0