a shell by day
a man of flesh and blood
by candlelight
against the world by day
arriving home
in love with life by night
a love arrives
for your vespertine heart
endless night
Category: horror
The Letter
A letter entered the letterbox.
A crisp envelope of ivory with
Parchment-thick paper dated today.
Good news, Kerree, your time has now come.
Afraid, I turn the letter over to see
the title, ‘Making death easier’.
Gathering thoughts seems to surround me.
Further down, the words read, ‘Activate Today’
with several graphic diagrams.
A knock at the door scares the old cats.
The man says, ‘Hello, there has been a
clerical error. Your death isn’t required.’
I return the letter steadily.
Former Morgue
an empty office
a deep chill in the corner
flickering movement
investigating
The office was once a morgue
unnatural cold
sitting among ghosts
the terror some people feel
displaced paper, files
a quiet knowledge
‘You know they laugh at us working’
undisturbed billing
Echoing Shadows
The waning fire smoulders
They gather in the distance
voices from another time
deep shapes move towards the fire
shapeshifting metamorphoses
gather strength outside the circle
waves of gooseflesh stir the spirit
light and drums beat in the distance
from the cursed forest cathedral
The Olive Tree
Looking for you in every grain of sand
I found you by the shade of an Olive Tree
Screaming your name towards heaven
You cannot be found amongst the bombs
Listening to the sound of the seashore
We were married to the smell of our roses
Crying over what remains of your body
I lost you by the remains of an Olive Tree
The Medium
The medium holds the moment,
a flickering flame,
drama and a crystal ball of glass.
Unable to communicate with people,
let alone spirits,
the dramatic tension increases tenfold.
Her eyes go wide as the spirit arrives,
bewildered and scared,
she holds her breath and counts to one.
The arrival and departure melt into one,
the gathering was horrified,
looking at the body that was once alive.
My Daughter
My daughter’s scared of death,
yet the dead live all around us.
She cries to me about the ghosts,
yet the ghosts won’t harm us.
My daughter shivers at the corners,
yet there is no one to scare us.
She tells me of the evil monsters,
yet there is no evil to touch us.
My blossoming daughter, she runs,
yet dead sorrow cannot touch us
for she lives
and
I am dead
Modern Colours
Flashes of a ballroom
vibrant 1950s green,
black and white tiles
blood red river running
between the tiles
Never to return, or so
it seemed once
Stepping over the threshold
into childhood screams
A solitary figure with
no one to greet her
The renovations were simple,
that green colour she loved
Turning away from this
place of painful memories
Leaving behind the good and
the bad for modern colours
The Hallway
An endless hallway,
masking a silent scream.
Running to the end,
moving so very, very slow.
A line of sunlight,
the walls are moving alive.
Walking into the sun,
feeling the springtime bloom.
Thinking all is swell,
looking around the hall as
they cast shadows on the wall.
The Hallway
Frozen solid; Frightened by fear.
Clutching the bear, courage and curiosity take hold as she peers down the hallway.
In the darkness, something moves. A silent scream pierces the night.
She stands frozen solid with fear until Daddy scoops her into his arms and gives her a big hug.
C & K 