January 27, 2020 /

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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 remain trapped?

In watery darkness for eternity?

Did my soul take the leap?

Is my body standing, looking over the abyss?

Can each live on, separate

Is my body empty of all it once knew

Will my soul journey on?

Learn more than the…


January 25, 2020 /

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Memories

Children’s empty playground

Swings, roundabouts

Shiny metal slide to hot to slide down

Do I dare go inside?

Swing awhile, remembering

Old summer days when we had

all the time in the world before us

My long-lost school friends

Are they there beside me?

Do I see the empty swing moving?

Or is it my own vibration

that moves, ghosts remembered…


January 23, 2020 / 8 Comments / Edit

The Outsider…

When I found out that one of my favourite authors had written a new story, and that it was being serialised on tv, I knew I had something good to look forward to. Having to wait for each episode might stretch my patience into a wafer, as I don’t like to stop reading when enjoying a good book, but I was already hooked.

Stephen King is best known for horror stories like Carrie, It, and The Shining.

Based on the first two episodes, The Outsider is a classic King story…


January 23, 2020 /

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The Old Lantern

The old lantern swung its yellow light

Outside number 9 Millpond road

When the moon was full

Alice gave birth to her son

Who screamed the night awake?

Wrapping him in the only linen she had

She walked out into the full moon night

The old yellow light fading behind her

Alice lay down and slept by the old woodpile

Would anyone find them, before the night

Stole their lives away?

An angel of the Lord found them there

Bright yellow moon lit their pale countenance

Their souls lifted from the poverty

that lay ahead of them…


January 24, 2020 /

A Visitation

One of my characters has been in my head a lot lately, constantly nagging me about something. He has featured in three of my books, and I think anyone who has read my work will remember DI Snow. The detective who helped Kate Devereau in Nine Lives, saved her life in Out of Time, and failed miserably to forget her in CrossFire.

He turned up again in Silent PayBack, happily married and recovered from the serious life-threatening injuries he sustained in CrossFire.

I wondered what was on his mind.

I invited him to my office to…


For visually challenged writers, the image shows the green and rocky landscape, with a path leading up to a dark-mouthed cave.


January 21, 2020 /

Image by Colin Behrens from Pixabay

Already I am not enjoying 2020 much.

I don’t feel right and my brain is refusing to do anything constructive. Inspiration seems to be on holiday, and if I get any slower, I’ll be at a standstill.

The results of the mammogram I had just before Christmas hasn’t arrived yet, and until they do, I always fear the worse and this is probably affecting everything else.

Various appliances around the house are playing up and the kitchen light died last week. It’s one of those circular fluorescent tube lights and finding any replacement tubes is getting…


January 21, 2020 /

Image by Jordan Stimpson from Pixabay

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 I am meant to be

Leaving me in darkness

Never to step into the light

To find my own form

To live outside my own form

My own shadow…


January 18, 2020 /

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Luck

I have chased good luck around the globe

Wondering where it hides

Trinkets bought, hung in place

Now no more than gathered dust

I have been told recently

You cannot buy it for yourself

A trinket must be given as a gift

This is your luck right there

Someone took the time

to think about you…


January 17, 2020 /

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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…

writers of mystery/thrillers, supernatural suspense and horror.

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