Strike Twelve!

Could hear a distant clock strike twelve midnight

it was now the new year of 2019

all around the explosions and colour of fireworks

she had drunk a lot but felt feisty

just slapped a friend who had become too familiar

it was an annual celebration

seeing in another year with all her school mates

reminiscing laughs and debates!

 

But this time a distinct uncomfortable atmosphere

had to get out of the noisy party

she found herself wondering dark country lanes

it was not frightening alone at first

until the fireworks had ended becoming so quiet

being a town dweller the countryside

was unfamiliar territory without a coat was cold

scared wanted somebody to hold!

 

She could hear strange noises and animals sounds

she guessed that was the explanation

had aimlessly wondered moving away from the party

unaware something nearby was stalking

the cold began to make her shiver clearing the mind

snow began to fall coming to a halt

turned to go back as a spider-like creature descended

from the trees feared her life had ended!

 

Instinct and adrenaline gave her strength and power

ran into a field visibility being near zero

tripping and scratching herself staying by the hedge

could sense it was following close by

how could it grow to such a huge size pondered

to scared dared not look behind

saw a light prayed it was where she had walked out

now filled with panic and doubt!

 

There was no sounds that had become so very loud

reached the garden wall climbed over

scraping both legs to escape the thing chasing her

in pain and bleeding got to the rear door

yes this was the place but now no drunken revelers

going inside the spider had caught up

Just managed to close it thought this thing contained

but a tentacle pierced her skull brain was drained!

 

Awoke shouting her boyfriend trying to calm her down

its alright C J another of those nightmares

never known you to have so many whats on your mind

settling down covered in sweat so real

shaking it off ignored his question but was concerned

having a cup of coffee got a text from a friend

inviting her to a New Years Eve party in the countryside

quickly accepting to her friend replied!

 

For a few moments shuddered thinking of that nightmare

just a coincidence no such thing as giant-spiders out there!

 

#TheFoureyedPoet.

 

 

 

 

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Eerie!

The Shabby building loomed into sight

on a quiet country cross roads

a low mist hung above the damp fields

it had a certain eerie charm

baffled how he had a feeling of brutality

how could this be in reality?

 

Dimly lit oddly no cars parked outside

guardedly stood fearfully

had decided to leave his car on a verge

really needed a rest

alone and tired instinct held him back

the nerve to enter did lack!

 

There seemed to be an invisible barrier

or was it his imagination

a compulsion drove him slowly forward

his body tingled for a second

now found himself entering into the inn

what would he find within?

 

From behind a distinct sound of animals

turned to see six horses

pulling a stagecoach that was coming in

laughter alerted him

loud raucous singing coming from one bar

the other quiet and empty bizarre!

 

Those from the stage-coach entered tired

so close he was not seen

it was like looking at a television screen

an invisible ghostly watcher

well dressed passengers wearily entering

round a fire centering!

 

They looked cold talking with each other

yet he felt a tension

a pretty woman talking to a young man

an older male looked angry

from his waistband drew a gun and fired

the man collapsed expired!

 

Unable to leave these images before him

watching women scream

and other passengers terrifying stares

there was confusion and rage

as the group of drunken men burst in

the savagery did begin!

 

Dragging the mature male roughly outside

with mob rule taking over

attempts by the coachman and the female

who had been involved

pushed to the ground as a rope handed

to the leader justice he demanded!

 

As he watched unable to do anything at all

saw it thrown over a tree

and the dangling end made into a noose

put around the hysterical man

the group pulled together his body lifted

then his vision drifted!

 

All went dark he suddenly awoke shaken

crumpled on the ground

it was so quiet sitting up with a headache

surveyed his surroundings

the old building was deserted and sealed

as if things inside concealed!

 

The land in front was overgrown and barren

he tried to run from there

confused at what had occurred so scared

back at his car could see

a glow emanating from inside as darkness

the countryside did caress!

 

Driving off in disbelief at this experience

never told a soul about it

years later tried to retrace that journey

but never found the place

was this a glimpse into a real past event

always remained his torment!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

 

Stalled!

The old car his pride and joy was running well

early summer decided to take a trip

into the countryside to a nearby historic town

it stalled outside an empty building

unable to get it running decided to take a tour

of this place wanted to know more.

 

The car had overheated it had happened before

and somehow felt compelled to walk

as if guided down a pathway to a large garden

the rear of the large house

where he had parked then entered the gate

not for a moment did he hesitate!

 

For some reason the house seemed so familiar

and at the window a woman waved

then as he neared the glass doors opened wide

and she came out to greet him

soon was in her arms then went happily inside

but why became mystified?

 

The smell of perfume soft sweet intoxicating

it did not feel like his own life

but captured in a long passed scene replaying

yet the passion and love real

suddenly everything changed to a deep sadness

the house now a total mess!

 

Another vision saw the lady hanging from a beam

taking her down and holding

the limp body he gently held within his arms tight

tears he shed pain so deep

darkness filled his mind finding himself all alone

on the grass outside prone!

 

Nobody was anywhere in sight now on his feet

made the return walk to his car

that dizziness soon cleared sat back in the seat

put the key in the ignition

started first turn had to take another glance

had he relieved a lost romance?

 

From the window she watched him go!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

Polluted!

The sun shines its golden light and heat

down on a polluted sad landscape.

Why humans seem unable to see

this world is dying all around their feet.

Trees  by natures winds bending their shape

blowing around the earth uninhibited free.

Nature reserves and precious countryside

disappears as more and more buildings appear.

Roads manifest scaring more areas that remain

the urban crawl moves on less places to hide

As boundary lines are becoming unclear.

noise and traffic fumes gain pace how insane.

Towns within towns villages absorbed as well

no mercy for natural green open spaces.

Countryside and animals blend into the sprawl

scavenging from the humans disposable hell

Covertly hardly ever leaving any trace

adapting and caught up in our almighty fall.

 

I can remember fifty years ago. More green fields less road traffic and fewer people. No home computers or mobile phones.  Villages where villages and town were towns and nice roads in between.

 

The Foureyed Poet.