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Sounds in the Night ~ #poeticprose #spirits

26 Saturday Jan 2019

Posted by in Poetic Prose, Poetry

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Water drips in the shower stall, there’s no one in that room, at all; revelry, a party, who’s it for? I can’t take this anymore. What are these sounds, voices that cry, and wake the slumber from my eyes; why do they always come for me, why can’t they leave and let me be! Or in the least, invite me too, but who, indeed, I have no clue.

I’ve heard them so many times before, so I sneak across the hallway floor; but, of course, there’s no one here, another nightmare, this I fear. I try to go back to my room, but stop, to smell the sweet perfume. Who is it, they, who wreck my sleep, and cause these visions, much too deep; I think it’s how they toy with me, I ponder a moment, then disagree.

Deciding, at last, I should ignore; I go back to my bed, but leave open, the door.

 

Author’s Note:  based on a true incident, a somewhat nightly occurrence.

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The Wooden Door ~ #shortstory #DecemberWriting

16 Sunday Dec 2018

Posted by in December Writing, Poems, short story

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There was something about that house. Every day she walked by it, something was different. This time it was the front door, though she wasn’t quite sure what it was that caught her attention. She always admired the brass door frame, but the brown wooden door looked out of place there. Even the railings of the porch steps had touches of brass. Why not go for the extra, and make the door brass also?

Feeling a bit adventuresome, she decided to walk up the steps to get a closer look at the door. She hesitated at first, but didn’t think anything of it. As she got closer, she felt a strange warmth. Touching the door, she realized it wasn’t wood at all, but a rather strange looking metal.  And the heat she felt was emanating directly from it.  Suddenly, in front of her, the door began to melt against the brass frame, until it disappeared, and she with it…

 

December Writing Prompt – And suddenly the door began to melt against the brass frame – Day 16/31

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An Open Door ~ #dark #poetry

19 Friday Oct 2018

Posted by in Poetry, What Do You See?

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The lovely Helene of Willow Poetry has challenged us with “What do you See?”.  You may write a poem, haiku, tanka or short story that represents what you see or feel within you.  More info can be found in the link below.

In keeping with the dark theme that always accompanies Halloween, I have written this poem.

An open door, in which to climb

Barred by metal fences, twined

I can only peer into the dark

And hope the sun creates a spark

To light the inner chamber, where

So many have be locked, in there

Let me free them, from this cell

Unlock these wicked Gates of Hell

Where no man, has been freed

Thrown aside, for sins, and greed

But I know better, the Devil’s game

Sadistic, he, never taking blame

I’ve called him out, I’ve come to fight

To save these humans from their plight.

But who will come, to rescue me

And save me from this…insanity

 

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Certain Doom ~ #poetry

01 Sunday Jul 2018

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An open portal, a light shines through
Illuminating the walls, but who

Has opened up, this once locked door
And casts no shadow, upon the floor

No figure leaves its shape or form
Surely, this is not the norm

So I approach the space with care
Afraid, of what I might find there

Footsteps clack, upon the stone
Now I know, for sure, I’m not alone

And yet, there’s no one standing near
I wait, for someone to appear

Hold my breath, try not to blink
What little courage, begins to sink

The light, again, begins to grow
I turn, but there’s no place to go

Only one way out, the door, awaits
It seems, at last, I’ve sealed my fate

The signs, have all been crystal clear here
And now it seems, I’ll disappear here

I had no reason, to enter his tomb
The castle has spoken, my certain doom

 

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