Tight Grip!

Entering a busy hotel the man was surprised

from his wife’s hand pulled apart

finding himself in a side room pushed in a crush

wondering where his she had gone

suddenly felt like a cold hand tight did grip

the shock made him bite his lip!

 

As he quivered afraid to move his spouse entered

seeing him with a gripped fist

as she approached shaken he gave her a loving hug

telling of his unexpected experience

giving a patronizing smile she gave him a kiss

this rare moment could not resist.

 

Unknown to them the hotel had a ghostly reputation

having many ghostly guests in situ

but it was meant to be a weekend break together

no thought then of any apparitions

but his enthusiasm had waned with the experience

not thinking it was nonsense!

 

After changing in their room with a four-poster bed

not noticing items falling on the floor

went down for a candle lit dinner in the oak panelled

dinning room with antiques on the wall

here the waitress enlightened them on the pubs past

and the couple were aghast!

 

After a lot of wine plucked up the courage to return

it seemed to the most haunted room

with more confidence and rather drunk fell asleep

around two he was rudely awoken

as the television roared out of bed hubby did roll

his wife his pain did not console!

 

She sat up to drunk to care laughed at his misfortune

unaware of a shadowy shape close by

but he had seen it and was sobering up at the sight

realising the room was quiet again

confused at the sudden activity trying to tell his wife

with this moment filled with strife!

 

Soon his beloved was shaken awake from any slumber

as the bed started to vibrate

even lifting off the thick patterned bedroom carpet

in a state of disbelief screamed

as it started it was once more at rest dressing decided

they would find another hotel instead!

 

Gathering their belonging got out of there post-haste

the night receptionist looked concerned

trying hard to hide a very amused disinterested face

she had seen it many times before

and arranged other accommodation for those scared

who here to stay longer were not prepared!

 

With a sigh of relief the couple left the haunted hotel!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

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All Hallows Eve!

Visiting a friend for dinner was an unusual quest

because contact was lost long ago

apprehension because she was just a school mate

who was happier in her own company

why had she decided to contact after all this time

as she never thought of her as sublime!

 

Remembering nobody liked her believing in the occult

everybody thought of her as weird

truthfully the rumours were she was a black witch

naturally the other students shunned her

so Lyn was the only one to make any contact at all

that fact she certainly did recall!

 

Why now had this invitation come through the letter box

how had angel the name did not fit

find where she lived changing her name when married

but there was a desperation in the words

a nagging curiosity the only way to satisfy was to go

but scared as she would be solo!

 

The date was interesting for the meal Hallowe’en

which added to her uncertainty

but decided she had to see if angel had changed

being it was years since they spoke

the address was not easy to find in heavy rain

making her eyes ache with the strain!

 

At the end of a row of very old cottages she saw

the most dilapidated one of them all

even more nervous parked in front on a verge

walked up the dirt and muddy path

the dangling overgrowth touching her face

made it a much quicker pace!

 

Getting to the front door angel was patiently waiting

dressed in a long black dress

making her look older especially with long hair

for a moment she saw an old hag

then back to normal she entered the front room

noticing in a corner a witches broom!

 

The table was laid near to the open roaring fire

in contrast to the outside plot

pleasantly surprised at the welcome received

began letting her guard relax

the meal was soon served with plenty of wine

now glad she had come to dine!

 

Forgetting it was the night of All Hallows Eve

could never conceive the outcome

becoming very warm tired and light-headed

never admitting to being drunk

talking like bosom friends with gusto laughed

obliterated her fear of witchcraft!

 

Soon the midnight hour chimed on the clock

in the hall as Lyn fell asleep

now the cold made her shiver was it morning

unable to move her arms bound

to posts sticking up from the damp wet ground

with a clear chanting sound!

 

Numb with the penetrating damp permeating

her now naked flesh they came

black-robed figures surrounding her closing in

just able to make out markings

certain she was in the centre of a large pentagon

sensing her life was now done!

 

One stepped forward and crouched by her head

pulling back the hood spoke

though it was hard to see recognised the voice

it was angel the evil witch

glad you came tonight to become our sacrifice

raising a knife her heart did splice!

 

Now more unspeakable monsters filled the circle

as angel screamed with pleasure

let the celebrations of the witches night begin

as Lyn’s blood soaked into the earth

her body thrust onto the bonfire the devil rose

dancing around the victim they chose!

 

Hope you are not scared to death on Halloween!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

No Christmas!

The children sat shivering alone in the house

cold and hungry in a squalid home

no Christmas tree or decorations  were here

in their short lives never known

to have warm clothes and much food to eat

it would be a miraculous treat!

 

Dad came around to hurt and shout at mum

and was always very drunk

but they saw many uncles coming and going

when their mum was there

never gave any cuddle’s nor showed kindness

they never knew happiness!

 

Alone once more on the eve of Christmas day

left to see it in with nothing

they only had each other no presents for them

rummaging in the dirty kitchen

such a pitiful sight listening to the happy voices

of neighbouring children with choices!

 

They held hands staring longingly out the window

hoping a kind person would come

to give them compassion some love and food

their mum did not seem to bother

so tired went to their rubbish strewn bedroom

a drunk mum would soon loom!

 

As children woke to see what Father Christmas

had brought for each of them

These three little ones dreaded yet another day

empty miserable without care

at a time that is supposed to be filled with joy

on the birthday of a holy boy!

 

The Foureyed Poet

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