Standing on the edge of the abyss
Dark river below
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…
Children’s empty playground
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…
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…
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…
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…
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…
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…
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…
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…