The Devil’s in the Detail… #Poetry

 

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The Devil’s in the Detail

Between my fortune and dreaming

I am disappearing, sinking in quicksand

There is one dream that lets me know

I have escaped this fate.

I dream it over, trying to remember every detail

The house, her face,

the date on the calendar on the fridge,

circled in red my name inside.

The dream fades too soon, I wake,

the date two years from now my only hope.

I see myself inside the house

Pictures on the wall, my wife my children

I wake happy, knowing I have survived the quicksand

My last dream let me know

I should read the signs with greater care

Laura, my wife had left the calendar on the fridge

For sentimental reasons.

The new calendar hung under the clock

On the back wall

The date circled in red had marked my passing…

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Unholy Ground… #Poetry

 

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Unholy Ground

Two male figures, poised in a dance of fire

Pale fingers of light reaching,

trying to call them back

The sacred woodland half in shadow

Its fiery centre hypnotising,

daring you to enter

Surely, certain death awaits

those foolish enough to try entering

the devils fire, no flames needed

Trees lean towards each other,

embracing the heat

Lovers cursed, turned to wood,

yet passion remains

A dance of eternity

The path looks soft, easy to tread

How many have tried to save the lost souls

In this sacred woodland

How many more will dare to enter

I turn away, whispering a prayer

Knowing there is nothing I can do

No amount of rain can turn the devils fire out…

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Trapped… #Poetry

 

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Trapped

For thirty-two years

My face trapped inside an iron mask

Royal treatment gives no comfort

As guards bow on entering my cell

Yet they make no attempt

to rescue me from this torment

my face, long forgotten

yet my mind never ceases to work

remembering each moment

where I am meant to be

who I was born to be?

I pray for my memory to fade

That darkness never comes

It is the face of my brother

That keeps memory alive

At night my thoughts grow dark

I have killed him, torn his body apart

in thousand different ways

Would you not want to do the same?

Trapped as I am?

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#Wordle 411… #Poetry

 

 

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It’s 2.02 pm.

I am driving past St. Bonneville

My home, my place of work

The gravestones shimmer under moonlight

Like broken teeth.

An illuminated grimace.

I felt my heart give an extra beat

An uncomfortable feeling of being watched.

I pulled the car into the rectory

Gravel spitting

I would need to change my clothes

Check the font for water before morning.

I heard the broken hall clock chime at 3pm

Making the night feel decidedly unholy

If it weren’t for the beat of my heart

The silence would whistle in my ear

The way your blood does late at night

on your pillow, pulsing, a reminder of life.

About to turn in, I hear the soft moan

A groan of someone in pain.

There is no sign of an intruder

I check outside among the gravestones

The air was still, not a leaf stirred

As if someone held me by my shirt tail

I stood staring, not expecting to find my name

written there among those broken teeth.

I made my way back inside

Ready to wash and lie down.

Looking into the bathroom mirror

With no reflection looking back

I realise I am the intruder…

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Ghosts… #Etheree Poem

 

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Ghosts

Singing

Old stories

Some yet untold

Sat by mother’s knee

In the telling made bold

Some will fill the world with joy

While others bring evil thoughts to bear

Growing in the dark places of your mind

Take you where Lucifer regained his crown…

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Our 5* Review for A Thousand Yesteryears by Mae Clair #ParanormalSuspense @MaeClair1

 

“Masterful, bone-chilling fiction…one intense thriller. A Thousand Yesteryears will keep you guessing, gasping and turning the pages for more.” —New York Times bestselling author Kevin O’Brien

Behind a legend lays the truth…

As a child, Eve Parrish lost her father and her best friend, Maggie Flynn, in a tragic bridge collapse. Fifteen years later, she returns to Point Pleasant to settle her deceased aunt’s estate. Though much has changed about the once thriving river community, the ghost of tragedy still weighs heavily on the town, as do rumors and sightings of the Mothman, a local legend. When Eve uncovers startling information about her aunt’s death, that legend is in danger of becoming all too real . . .

Caden Flynn is one of the few lucky survivors of the bridge collapse but blames himself for coercing his younger sister out that night. He’s carried that guilt for fifteen years, unaware of darker currents haunting the town. It isn’t long before Eve’s arrival unravels an old secret—one that places her and Caden in the crosshairs of a deadly killer . . .

 

Our Review

A Thousand Yesteryears – the first book in the Point Pleasant Series.

The opening prologue begins easily enough, schoolchildren discussing their missing friend and the rumours of a strange creature living in the swamps just outside of town.

What happened next ramps up the tension to full blast, setting the theme for the rest of the story.

Fifteen years later, Eve Parrish, one of these children, returns to Point Pleasant after inheriting her family home. Will she be able to settle the property and go back home, away from the past and its memories?

Walking back into the past is not usually a good idea, especially when such pain and sorrow is there is waiting for you. Things are never quite as you remember them, and that goes for the people too.

Eve has a job to do, settling her aunt’s estate and making it fit to be sold, but someone or something doesn’t want her there.

A Thousand Yesteryears is a fantastic story. A murder mystery, romance and a psychological thriller that will set your nerves on edge while doing its level best to scare you to death!

Beautifully written and full of tension, I enjoyed reading this story and will remember it for some time, looking forward to reading the rest of the Point Pleasant Series…

Dark Side…

 

 

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Dark Side

From the pages of my mind,

Blood torn edges, clues everywhere

To the crimes held by thought waiting

Small misdemeanours, to loves passion

Sharpened knives, attacks of violence

Played out in thought

Penned by voodoo late at night

Neighbours anger, photos in bowls of vinegar

Hidden in cupboards until thoughts attack

Blood- soaked lawns where anger

 Climbs through every wall

The dark side of morning smiles hello

Twisted shadows follow as they walk away

Men in cages, thoughts to shame the devil…

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Dark Heart… #Poetry

 

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Dark Heart

I did not fall from heaven

as a shining star.

Evil was my intent

to enter men’s hearts

yet many are too strong

my quote unfulfilled.

I am left to wonder,

to search for the darker

regions of men’s hearts

for I know there are many.

Dark thoughts floating  free

they belong to someone.

I will find them

to dwell on the darker meaning…

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The Clock… #Poetry

 

 

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The Clock

Time that never ends

Ticking, beating out a rhythm

That endless noise they say is silence

My ears bleed, my mind screams

Trying to remember

The clock has blood on its hands

I am outside looking in

I hear bones breaking, flesh yielding

I cannot write such dark passages

Of a love gone bad

The look of peace on her face

Happy to be gone from this life

That look haunts me

Did love, mercy guide my hand in this?

Did I take the life I love so well?

The sickness changed the one I knew

The shell left behind

No longer holds the love

That held me to her

That ticking clock has beat its last rhythm

As I lay down beside her

I hear the ticking clock no more…

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