Deadend!

Only bought the car a few months before

after passing the driving test

it was her first time she was so thrilled

with her friend one evening

as it was nice to have her independence

this moment was immense!

 

Nervous at excited they headed to a grill

the roads were quiet

with this was happy about driving slow

the radio on chatting

came to a narrow lane that was tree-lined

a little creepy but did not mind!

 

Put on her headlights as it was rather dark

checked rear view mirror

nobody was behind no hurry not far to go

both chilled started to sing

through her rearview mirror a van to near

from where did that appear?

 

Slowed down but stayed to close for comfort

pulled over to the verge

hitting a small tree stump as the van went by

stalling as she hit her head

the vehicle just disappeared into the distance

they sat shaken and tense!

 

Started the engine felt once more composed

nothing was now insight

drove on down the road but came to a stop

it narrowed to a small track

could go no farther posts their way blocked

they were rather shocked!

 

What happened to the van that had gone by

it never came back

darkness had fallen and they were scared

turning around found

a faded sign that read it was a deadend road

their imaginations in overload!

 

They saw a nice pub and decided they needed

to regain their serenity

once more so bought a drink and had a meal

there spoke to the locals

who were interested said others had seen it to

no hallucination it was true!

 

They left perturbed never to go that way again!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

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Narrow Lane!

Even as a young child the narrow lane

was a place of  fear!

I’m never at ease when I come back

and travel the route.

Nothing has changed that I can tell

a path to a dark spell!

 

My parents farm is situated at the end

called hangman’s noose!

Which made me curious why this name

had always been used.

Often I’d seen a young woman walking

but faded as I tried talking!

 

My friends had seen her to and reluctant

to tread that path again!

None of the locals ventured along there

the superstition ran deep!

Strangers often took the wrong turning

tyre rubber soon burning!

 

Though not all got safely back on track

some swerved and crashed.

Into an old tree halfway along the lane

none of them survived!

Stories written of malevolent forces

told to me by reliable sources!

 

Never in my memory did I ever feel alone

going down the narrow lane!

Oppressive and barren voices in the breeze

my parents still live there.

They knew more of its past than they’d say

our ancestors under the lane lay!

 

My father only said for sinful deeds they’d done!

this will be your curse to son!

 

What these were the answers I’ve yet to discover!

 

The Foureyed Poet.