Category: Poetry

Abandonned Buildings and Alleys.

It’s a different world behind those buildings, in the narrow private alleys with their human aroma.

The empty buildings and alleys both haunted with articles and subjects.

Things left behind.

Lives abandoned.

Moments and possessions forgotten.

*

This place is haunted.

Because bad things happened here.

Because of freakish events.

Smoldering desires and unfinished business.

It’s haunted because things happened here.

Lives were changed in this alley because they were forced to be.

*

The young girls hair, sheared off and still in a pony tail.

Did she cut it off for disguise?

Was it cut for her?

By the severing of her hair, so to was her past severed from her.

Her ghost floats past, free and laughing.

A miserable life traded for something less harsh.

The things she was forced to do…

Now she gets things for it.

How cool it feels! How free!

The leash of hair cut off.

*

And above the stairs in the doorway.

A fearful, sad and scared ghost.

Was he a guard?

A homeless person with luck enough to find a whole empty building for shelter?

He was assaulted.

His jacket fell to the floor.

He was struck again.

He lost a shoe.

His ghost peeps out from the dark shadows.

White of his eye.

Sneaky movement of a blurred silhouette.

His perfectly good jacket rests in the weather.

His perfectly good shoe rests.

No more miles to cover.

Peaceful and purposeless.

Do only I see the ghosts?

Do I like seeing the ghosts?

Maybe someone needs to see what others can’t.

Without me they wouldn’t exist.

Wouldn’t be honored.

Wouldn’t be remembered.

Toadstool

Toadstool in calligraphy done years ago.
Toadstool in calligraphy done years ago.

Toadstool, toadstool

So brown and so tall

awaiting oh so great

a fall.

When you must die

at the end of the day.

Where will your dwarf live

do tell me I pray?

*

He wonders the forest

till the next rain.

Then

and only then

do I come again.

Middle Earth

Down in dungeons

deep and dark

Where dragons sleep

on quiet seas of gold

Secret doors to goblin’s treasure

Old scrolls

for wizard’s pleasure

Skeletons of warriors long deceased

Rusty swords and cold walls

Old

but sturdy

Village warriors

gone to challenge and died

Souls lost forever

in a labyrinth

of walls, ghouls

and treasure.

The Battle

The horrid forewind wails

as it ruffles trees and rattles windows.

Slamming doors in the house.

Black clouds tumble over the sky

as the sigh of the wind and trees increases.

White power slices across the sky as war arises.

Soft rain trickles and drips lightly

then crashes hard and heavy.

White flashes

more silver power.

Gods are at war in the evil veil of cloud.

Thunder sounds as their power streaks down

to mortal man as cracks in the wall

between our two worlds.

The clamour and hiss of their great horses

as they charge along their world’s surface

in the sky.

Then the Gods take their clouds and deeds elsewhere

so as not to harm the innocent mortals below.

The Visit

Darkness large

Shadows fall

He visits

Standing tall

I cringe

Skin crawl

Darkness large

Shadows fall

*

He kissed my mind

with image clear

The one I lust

my sweetheart dear

“You can take her

Now, here.”

He kissed my mind

with image clear

*

I love her

yet I lust

I want her flesh

yet I must

Keep my soul

keep her trust

*

I challenge my dark, mystic guest

“I see your suit –

now show me the rest.”

He pauses.

“I am Prince of Fire –

to see me? You must jest!”

I pressed my cause.

He lifted the hood

with beauteous grace

and within

lay my own face.