It’s Halloween – #poetry

Here she was, about to meet her demise, in a way not even suited for a pig. She glared at the man, as he shielded his son, and mouthed something to him. The woman standing next to him gasped. In an instant, they were gone from the crowd, and the young boy with them. Jocelyne sneered. This was far from over, for even from the depths of her grave, she would return to claim what she decided, on her death day, was rightfully hers. With her final living thought, sealed in her hardened heart, she felt the blade slice through her, again and again, until she felt no more.

to be continued….

Part One

Part Two

Friday Fantasy ~ The Visitor (part two)

03 Friday Jun 2016

Posted by Dorinda Duclos in Friday Fantasy, Poems, Poetry

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For centuries, a small town, hidden deep within the outer forests, provided comfort for the elite of Rousseau, France. They went about their day, unaware of the horrible conditions that plagued the less fortunate. Blind, to the men who tortured the women, made them slaves for their own pleasures, they gleefully went about their business. The slaves bore no self-esteem, for they knew if they spoke out they would surely meet their demise. But there was one, one who dared forsake the unspoken oath, the one who dared to break the silence. Jocelyne Joubert, a strong determined woman, unafraid of the consequences, spoke her mind among the men who had come to the town to claim their next victims. And in the rumble of voices crying for her death, she saw her revenge.

to be continued…..

Part One

Dancing in the Old Graveyard

02 Thursday Jun 2016

Posted by Dorinda Duclos in Poems, Poetry

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What does howl in blackest night
Headstones, aglow in pale moonlight
Whilst spirits wander, invisible sights
Taunting, in their whirling flight

Those who lie here, they have said
Are really not the ones so dead
For they’ve come from their earthly bed
To wreak the havoc, fill with dread

You, who doesn’t believe so true
Until they claim the breath you drew
Leaving you to wonder who
Took your soul, your heart, no clue

Was left behind in their devilish wake
Underfoot, the ground does quake
As you slip away, you begin to shake
Realizing this was your mistake

That dealt the hand and held your card
You drift away, put down your guard
Now you join them, ravenous, and scarred
Dancing in the old graveyard

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It’s Halloween – #poetry

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Friday Fantasy ~ The Visitor (part three)

Friday Fantasy ~ The Visitor (part two)

Dancing in the Old Graveyard

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