DP : Sleep

I wrote this a while ago, but I wanted to re-post it to take part in the Daily Prompt : “Sleep is one-third of our lives: write a post about it. Do you love naps? Have trouble falling alseep? Wish you could remember your dreams? Remember something especially vivid? Snuggle under a blanket, or throw the windows wide open? Meditate on sleep.”

Once more, ‘pon keeper
Of my darkest dreams do
I lay my head;
O! What screaming
Horror may fly to me
On darkly shaded wings?
’tis not for me the
Gentle arms of Morpheus,
To soothe and soft refresh
From days hard labour;
Nay, resigned am I to
The slow tick of curs-ed clock,
Which scythes away
Minute by minute, hour by
Creeping hour.

Reblog: The Artist And His Lovers Doom

I’ve been watching The Portrait Artist Of The Year this evening, and it’s made me even more frustrated that I cannot paint. But, in honour, I thought I’d reblog this piece. Hope you like it.

The artist locked in sunlit room
paints picture of his lovers doom,
enthralled to inspirations muse
it matters not what paint to use.
For image grown on canvas pure
will show the truth of which he’s sure,
continuing ill fated tryst
is more than his poor soul could risk.
But cowards blood pumps through his veins
no strength to pick through loves remains,
so using his creative art
he paints the state of foolish heart.
Will world be shown his finished piece
so granting love’s unchained release,
or will it lie in sunlit room
this picture of his lovers doom.

Reblog : All Hallows’ Eve

Well, as promised when I originally posted this poem, here it is reblogged in honour of today. I will admit to not being a big fan of Halloween, but that’s not to say I don’t understand what kids see in it. I hope you like (re)reading this piece, and happy Halloween to all who celebrate it.

In collusion with these spirits,
Dark deeds are thought and done,
While wicked dreams a-plenty,
Will take free reign and run.
Amongst the whispering branches,
The wolves will chase the moon,
And in the ears of children,
The devil plays his tune.
Stars will turn in pity,
And screams will fill the air,
As horrors from the blackness,
Stand strong with evil glare.
The chill from open caskets,
The stench of rotting bones,
Will once again be welcome,
In victims hearths and homes.
For in the grip of Autumn,
When Summer’s warmth has died,
The twisted and the tortured,
Will own the world outside.
And those who be most foolish,
Caught abroad when day is done,
Would best be on their metal,
Be ready with a run.
This night is seen in glory,
To the wicked and the wild,
And terror is the watchword,
Among the the meek and mild.
So be not calm and trusting,
And do not be naive,
Unless you learn the horror true,
Of this All Hallow’s Eve.

Reblog : My Dad, The Granddad

It’s an anniversary for me today. Five years ago today my father passed away suddenly. I won’t tell fibs and say “Not a day goes by when I don’t think of him…”, or anything like that. My father couldn’t abide lying. I do think of him, often, usually when I am in some kind of emotional trouble, or have an important decision to make. It’s at times like those I miss him, and wish I could call on him. But anyway. This evening, I will have a drink on him, his favourite tipple, and a single cigarette, just as he smoked. In recognition of today, I wanted to reblog the poem my son wrote, when he was 14, in honour of him. I read it before posting this, and YET AGAIN it brought a tear to my eye. Feelings – they have a knack of sneaking up on one and surprising with their potency, no? I hope you like this. And here’s to my dad – five years gone, but not forgotten.

The times we had
Why….just why….would a life like yours be taken
When I first heard the news of your parting I was sure they were mistaken
But they weren’t
And so the memories began,
Of the time we had
My heart aches at the thought of you gone
An unbearable pain and grief
You may of been a tad grumpy, but you were a lovely man underneath!
You were a man of few word(haha) but a great father to my dad
Yet I still come to pain
When I think of the times we had
But why so sad Jake? Have you forgotten all?!
Those winter, summer, autumn walks where the oak trees all stand tall
And the stories, oh…the stories, the stories of things that have been
You were a man who create the most wonderful childhood dreams
So now your gone, at peace
But I shall not cry, not even a tad
You’ll always be in my memory
When I think of the times we had

Reblog : Moon

My muse seems to have taken her leave, and as such, although I have such a desire to write, my well is dry. So, I thought I’d look back at some posts from this time last year. Here is one I particularly like, and it’s also inspired by this post here. (There is one slight tweak to the original, I’ve used the word ‘doth’ twice in this one). I hope those who have not seen this before enjoy it.

We kissed ‘neath moon
that waxes so,
and wondered who
would see our glow;
when passions hold
doth grip with lust,
and skin is brushed
with starlights dust.

This night of shine
that pleases so,
with thoughts of love
in passions throe;
the very light
of lunar grin,
that tones the world
as tarnished tin.

Hold me close
and kiss me dear,
with you the night
doth hold no fear;
and in our night
with moon above,
we’ll show the stars
what it is,
to love.

Reblog : Devil Clothed In Mortal Sin

A reblog this evening. Once more, I’m working on a couple of pieces, but this is here to tide me over. Hope those of you that have not read this before, enjoy it.

Devil clothed in mortal skin,
whispering words
of sweet tasting sin.

Hidden from view, in plain sight
walking among us
by day and by night.

Eyes that burn with crimson hue,
speak of the lies
that seem oh so true.

Encouraging evil, remaining apart
feeding the darkness
in tar blackened heart.

A single word in willing ear,
can change sweet slumber
to dreams filled with fear.

As each day passes, influence grows,
growing in power
while nobody knows.

Watch for this evil, be ever aware,
for though he may dwindle,
he’ll always be there.

Shaping the world and all that’s within,
this devil clothed,
in mortal skin.

Reblog : Courted By Terror

As I’m struggling a little bit with inspiration, I thought I’d show those of you who have not seen much of my writing how a collaboration can work. This piece was written in collaboration with the exceedingly talented ScottishMomus. If anyone is tempted to try a collaboration themselves, and they’ve never done it before, drop me an email using the ‘Something to say’ link to the right, and we’ll see what we can do. I hope you like reading this one as much as I liked writing it..

Eyes open wide, I lie quite still
In nightmare’s frozen grasp
While chilling hands reach out to me.
In silence, I scream and gasp.

This latest victim gripped by fear
In night, my precious friend,
With stealth I move, ever close
Another soul to tend.

Paralysed hold has made me bold,
My insides start to quiver,
Limbs cannot move to aid or flee
But tremors, inside, shiver.

I sense her terror, intoxicating
A drug that spurs me on,
Her beating heart and panting breath
To me a sirens song.

Only wakened eyes can see the one
And terror courts my soul,
While human manifested lust
Envelops body whole.

Revealed to her in gloried form
Such fear so swift engendered,
Dark desires so physical
Soon powerfully rendered.

The fear, such fear, does haunt me still,
Suppressed as best I can.
This darkened lover in the night
Had not the face of man.

These glowing eyes of hellish depths
Of fire and ice in fusion,
Drink in her form so prostrated
From a face not one bit human.

At shudders end, I claimed my body
But sat up staring wide
Who had penetrated me, untouched,
But felt so deep inside?

Withdrawn from deed so darkly done
My presence deep within,
No touch of flesh so needed
To grant an inner sin.

I looked to see in mirror’s frame
And laughter I heard there,
A distant sense of eyes beheld,
Reaching from some lair.

I watch reaction from afar
As she stares at her reflection,
My wicked mirth I cannot hide
At our newly formed connection.

Molested by the darkest night
And darkest soul of all.
Orgasmic pleasure be subdued,
Temptation from the fall.