Flock!

The vast flock of birds turned day into night

nobody watching had observed it before

swarmed overwhelming the market square

swooping low with an intelligent intent

squawking drowning out all normal sound

this spectacle did all present confound!

 

Viciously hit by sharp claws and sharp beaks

petrified by the blood curdling shrieks!

 

Loud bangs were heard as birds began to fall

covering the roads and walk areas

like a thick black carpet upon paved ground

life lost in their panicked flight

a scene of devastation was spread all around

something unseen here did abound!

 

Nowhere to tread without stepping on birds

their expressions no need for words!

 

The grey swirling skies were empty of life

faint eerie rumbles continued

there was no explanation for this situation

cats roamed in a triumphant parade

in the distance birds still hovered on trees

not approaching watching with unease!

 

Eventually every bird carcasses was removed

nothing was found to have caused it

yet the ill-health amongst the large community

increased to unparalleled numbers

all cats and dogs disappeared from the state

nothing was found to confirm their fate!

 

What had migrated to the this pleasant spot

unknown was it a human or alien plot?

 

Heavy clouds remained nothing above now flew

life began to wither people contained

in case this contamination was able to spread

experts searched for even a single clue

that spiritual connection with people remained

as those trapped each day did dread!

 

Then on one repetitive day it was consumed

by thick black clouds and forever entombed!

 

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Circling!

Taken by surprise at the screeching seagull

swooping down trying to snatch

the sandwiches she had made hours before

circling above so menacingly

running along that path in such a blind panic

petrified mental state manic!

 

In front a lone person was blocking her path

dread becoming overwhelming

as she neared they did not move aside at all

it had meant to be a break

from the stresses of an abusive relationship

in reality losing her grip!

 

The uneven clifftop path made her stumble

as the paranoia took over

the gulls relentless onslaught continued on

the shape ever closer

fatigue making every muscle painful to use

lungs gasping in self-abuse!

 

Unable to stray being a steep bank one side

the other a sheer drop to incoming tide!

 

Approaching the spot where the person stood

realised nobody was there

shaken it once more attacked balance lost

the sky now in her vision

over the edge with an increasing free fall

just like a child’s rag doll!

 

Something watched as her vision and life faded!

 

 

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The Peninsula!

To the family from the city the air was fresh

clean without the diesel smell

the spectacular sea views the land tapering

down to golden beaches

of the ever approaching isolated peninsula

staring out of their car!

 

The day was drawing rapidly towards dusk

the sun was setting fast

tomorrows forecast another lovely hot day

at last saw the cottage

weary after the long trip just wanted sleep

down the final lane so steep!

 

Soon as the sunset parked in an allotted bay

alongside the thatched cottage

glad to be here at last unloading their luggage

eager to get settled within

noticing the lighthouse a short distance away

somewhere when bored to stray!

 

Their first night was restful to tired to care

after nine when they woke

in these new surroundings of fresh sea air

absent of traffic sounds

their teenage daughter Jess was first up

in the kitchen dropped a cup!

 

Rousing the rest out of their sweet slumber

soon the smell of fried breakfast

filled the cottage making it feel more homely

setting them up for the fray

that would be an eventful twenty four hours

as events their holiday sours!

 

Mum and dad wanted to go and get groceries

from the nearby village store

but Jess and Paul wanted to see the lighthouse

knowing the kids often argued

were reluctant but eventually agreed to leave

from their parents had a reprieve!

 

As soon as they had gone noticed an emptiness

putting it down to being old

when the back door opened then closed scared

decided it was time to go

a little spooked not wanting to stay anymore

the lighthouse then seashore!

 

Nearing the tall structure made them feel small

straining to view the top

where the beam of light shone to protect ships

from coming in to close

both saw somebody waving at them frantically

as far as they could see!

 

Then it was gone blinded by the rising morning sun

arriving at the base

a notice by the entrance read tour’s start from ten

it was locked nobody there

but who was that standing at the top of the tower

they witnessed in that hour?

 

Exactly at the time stated a young woman arrived

and opened for tours

she was surprised to see two kids without parents

health and safety issues

told them without an adult could not let them in

asked was somebody else within?

 

Surprised said no so told her what they had seen

happy to talk about the history

that a lighthouse keeper a century before saw

a ship coming onto the rocks

the light had gone out on this treacherous coast

so with flares stayed at his post!

 

But the passenger ship hit the rocks many died

women and children to

though a hero in the storm fell to his own death

until this day a mystery

why the beam failed and keepers untimely fall

a mystery that did still enthrall!

 

Soon people were queueing to be shown around

so knew it was time to leave

they wanted to go down to those sandy beaches

but on the path the sand blew

yet nowhere else as if their passage was thwarted

so the sea walk was aborted!

 

Fed up and bored saw their were parents returning

stood waiting at the gate

a breeze passed them and footsteps were heard

walking up the path

afraid to turn mum got out of the car calling them

just before mayhem!

 

Wanted help with the shopping as dad was busy

as they were walking up the path

saw a showy shape looking out of the open door

that none of them had been near

all three stopped and yelled in a loud unified cry

rationality it did defy.

 

Dad came running at the shouting to find out why

as the three backed away

to afraid to go inside reluctantly went to the door

then he noticed the sign

this was the home of Tom bell a lighthouse keeper

it is said taken by the devils reaper!

 

He had no idea what this meant as a rasping voice

told him to come in

ashen walked down the path guiding his family

telling them to get in the car

and drove away at speed leaving their effects

here embedded lay many dark secrets!

 

Evil had been awakened by the family’s short stay

from its influence could never get away!

 

The Peninsula

 

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Jumped!

The delivery driver whistled happily walking

towards the tall block of flats

nearing the entrance was drawn to look up

just as somebody jumped

heard a scream as a body fell turned away

why did it happen today!

 

Reluctantly compelled to see the awful sight

but nothing was to be seen

stunned at this weird event retreated back

everything was peaceful

he could not drive for some time just sat

and feeling very flat.

 

He was not the only one who got a shock

in the flat on the floor below

a young female tenant had heard noises

like objects being thrown

and thuds on her ceiling the light shaking

like something breaking!

 

It had been going on for several weeks

she had been up got no reply

complained to council told unoccupied

no further explanation given

yet it still persisted she was scared

to her nobody cared!

 

Only one present tenant knew more

living in the flat next door

a year before shouting and screaming

and the awful pleading cry

as the wife fell from the small balcony

the images could still see!

 

The husband had been quickly arrested

but there was no evidence

to prove there had been any foul play

was released moved away

yet since then no tenants would stay

something dark here did prey!

 

With many complaints the council acted

sending workers to check

entering with no prior history of events

went unaware into the place

immediately found it a cold atmosphere

certain somebody was in here!

 

In the lounge one workmen took a look

when he heard a voice

then pushed violently out of the room

his mate who stood nearby

swore by the window he saw a female

looking wispy and pale!

 

Taken aback they both decided to leave

running out the door

it slammed shut leaving them petrified

just staring in disbelief

they never returned it remains unfilled

and the question was she killed?

 

The disturbing events still continue to haunt

and the human mind to taunt!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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The Cleaning Job!

Not easy she found being without a job

had been ill for months

she was a widow with a grown up son

who left home years ago

in need of money searched employment

doing nothing was not content.

 

From a friend heard a cleaner was required

in a nursing home close by

eager to be independent paying her way

to her surprise got the job

though while there had a strange sensation

filling her with consternation!

 

Putting any jitters behind started as a domestic

working the evening shift

patients were nice especially one elderly lady

who always chatted and smiled

when vacuuming the fitted carpet on that  hall

then heard she had died after a fall

 

Making further enquiries had slipped downstairs

always before used the lift

unsettling feelings flooded back in her mind

communicating with the dead

finishing her shift heard a voice say beware

looking nobody was there!

 

Lights rapidly flickered then a chilly breeze

tracking her to the store-room

inside the door slammed with a mighty bang

in the dark room heard a growl

had the impression somebody was in there

pressure was too much to bear!

 

Panicking burst out the door headed for the exit

it felt she was being chased

now in the car park certain a man was watching

through the double glazed window

but on a second glance the shape had faded away

in that place no longer could stay!

 

Never went back to that cleaning occupation

knew it was not the end of her confrontation!

 

She was really scared!

 

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Mary!

The elderly man was lonely since his wife had died

he would not accept help had his pride.

Not an easy life and a soldier in the last world war

but nobody seemed to care any more.

What he did for his king and country just history

his life was in the past to most a mystery!

 

Finding it difficult without Mary to face each day

his depression would not go away.

Two grown up children they never came to call

not since Mary had died after the fall.

Living in the same house for nearly fifty-two years

they were so happy now shed only tears.

 

He lost the will to live so Ben fell into endless sleep

no longer for that burden to keep.

Twelve months later neighbours reported a smell

lingering where from they could not tell.

There were a  few relatives that could be found

when he was buried in the ground!

 

But Ben was now by his wife’s side once again.

 

At least she loved him and cared!

 

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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.

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