Tag: haunting
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#Wordle 443 #Poetry
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Lost beneath the blood red moon The air electric with anticipation Something was coming The hairs on my arms Stood to attention Telling me to run, move, Fear had no limit Gripping my mind with iron claws Imagination ran like water Sweeping into a giant pool of horror I should write…
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#Writephoto ~ Storm #Poetry
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Thursday photo prompt: Storm #writephoto For visually challenged writers, the image shows stormy sky above a ruined tower, perched above earthen banks and ditches. Another lovely #writephoto prompt from Sue Vincent. Here’s our take on her image – and if you want to give the prompt a go, head over to her site and link…
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When Shadows Fade…
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When morning shadows fade, I shrink back into darkness Forgotten until daylight when I can once again search For the one who stole my lifeforce while I was dreaming me. Yet, he has no face, not fully formed I must be quick before he takes more from the shadows To become the one…
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Dark Water… #Poetry
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Dark Water Standing on the edge of the abyss Dark river below Mind questioning Do I, don’t I jump See what lies on the other side For a moment it was like flying Before the dark water cradled my body My mind caught in a vortex Why am I not dead? Am I to…
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Outside…
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Outside When morning shadows fade I shrink back into darkness Forgotten until daylight When I can once again search For the one who stole my lifeforce While I was dreaming me. Yet, he has no face, not fully formed I must be quick before he takes More from the shadows To become the one…
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Circle… #Poetry
Circle Old stories whispered on wet afternoons Do they contain a kernel of truth? Are the stones more than man has made? Late at night when the moon is full Energy pulled from the stones Blue flickering light Can the fate of Merlin be seen? Dancing in the circle? I see mischief by magic made……
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Empty Space… #Poetry
Empty Space I need you here in my world How do I claim a soul taken too soon? If I slam on the brakes, fly through the windscreen Would I find you in the dead zone? In my half state, would I be able to hold on to you Bring you back Does the…
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Paper Paradise…
I was a lonely child, and London was a lonely place to be when I was growing up there after the war. All around me, people were busily trying to put their lives and homes back into some kind of order. I remember walking around the streets, confused by all the chaos that still had…