Tag: #Mystery
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Stop Press… #Poetry
I never thought these wordswould drop onto my keyboard.I am convinced I have killed someone.I don’t remember why, or who he was.My memory, half hidden in a fog,We both held the knife.I remember he was left-handed.He lunged first, twisting away.I received a deep stab to my left thigh.He fell past me, I spun around,my knife…
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#MLMM #Wordle #225 #Poetry
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Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie My mouth is dryAs I descend the basement stepsI hear the low snarl of an animalTrapped, hiding in the darkI feel the blast of stale warm airCorrosive at the back of my throatI had no intention of following the lure.Dangling in from of my noseI heard the stories.Aware of the ruse, the dangerLike…
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Searching… #Poetry
Three walked the riverbank, old friendsSearching for Arundel, the lost castleMade from elfin hair, stronger than any fortressHide to find, the legend states it moves from place to placeSo few have returned to tell the taleOf a castle made from hair that stands as rigid as boneFrom so many travellers who did not find their…
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The Temperamental Christmas Tree…
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The Temperamental Christmas Tree We didn’t want a big tree this Christmas, so when we saw this pretty fibre optic tree in the shop window, we took it home, content with our preparations. The next time we went to town, we spotted a wonderful tree in a charity shop window. This was a small tree…
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Games… #Poetry
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Games… here I am in my trusty silver steedMy favourite four-legged friend sitting beside meI tip my top hat to a lady passingI have thrown a four, stopping before chanceI can hear the trains at Fenchurch streetSpeeding, I narrowly miss a spell in jailI would have lost the chance to collect two hundredThe wait to…
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Who Are You? #Poetry
Who are you? I hear the voice, as if someone walks one step behind meThe words unformed, the sound of an angry bee caught in a webI turn, face the empty streetKeeping my voice low, I ask, who are you?“I am your shadow, here inside youWhere no light shines.Most of your life you have taken…
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Buried Ghosts… #Poetry
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Buried Ghosts Mountains highOld dark scarsBlack tar rivers runHigh castle wallsLords and Ladies having funUnearthly sounds split the nightWarning went unaidedFools enteredSwallowed by dark inner wallsNever would angels enterIndoor evil attracts its ownWalls scarred by sounds new, swellSouls buried in old castle mortarToo long they lie forgottenNames scratched on wallsCalling out dates to rememberNo visitors…
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Stepping Back… #Poetry
Stepping Back The road ahead is long, hard to walk aloneThe world has eclipsed my mindI am swallowed by darknessThe black hole reaches for meDragging my senses to its upside-down way of beingThe mirror shows me walking awayI never see my faceThe food on my plate is raw, never cookedI am living in a nightmareRain…
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What does it say?
Here I am, in the living roomWatching TV, reading a booktoday, the book lay open on my lapPen and paper at my sideAs a word spoken can set me offYesterday, it was the word destinySomething I have just readRewrites itself to end up in a poemNot today.My mind went on its own journeyThis doodling isn’t…
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Grandma’s Attic… ~ #Poetry
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Grandma’s Attic I felt lucky when I inherited my grandmother’s houseI loved every minute spent there as a child,each visit felt like a two-week holidayMy grandmother made life funI could feel her spirit in every roomJoe, my fiancé, loved it as much as I did.He was the first to enter the atticThere we found paintings…