Early!

Early on that morning was so calm and sunny

as they set off on their journey

though the sky was filled with chemical trails

that did not fade but stayed

it was a big controversy they were being laced

with toxins the rulers embraced!

 

Kept this in mind as the day began to heat up

soon came upon traffic

decided to take a detour along  quieter

empty country lanes

were lost without phones and navigation

began to cause frustration!

 

Upon an abandoned village their first stop

this they did not see or expect

until their car ran over the vandalised sign

reading contaminated zone

a red skull and crossed bones made it grim

though a bright day here was dim!

 

Decided it best to leave without stopping here

but as they reversed to head back

as there seemed to be no road going through

it appeared out of place on moorland

the engine cut out the friends were stuck here

their next move was unclear!

 

Their phones read no signal yet could see a tower

sat not wanting to exit the vehicle

sensed it would be unwise to step outside the car

trapped in disbelief so vulnerable

patience was something they all lacked for sure

should not have taken a detour!

 

Suddenly on the roof a bang as if somebody there

scraping metal ringing in their ears

a black substance trickled down the windscreen

a slug like thing slithered into view

then were also on front windows on either side

each feeling wimps and mortified!

 

The three friends decided they had to decamp

the windows started to melt

struggling into the rear seat luckily four doors

in unison forced one open and ran

stumbling down the road they had just driven

to get away alive they were striven!

 

Running began to tire then thinking it was safe

slowed to a walking pace

a boom made them stop a bright flash followed

turning could see it was the car

an odd noise next to them took each by surprise

the slug like things muffled their cries!

 

High above another chemical trail filled the sky

a fine vapour fell where even birds did not fly!

 

 

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Jean!

There the elderly woman sat staring

watching the daily surge

of humanity walking and driving by

not able now to converse

within their own perpetual routine

few ever noticed Jean!

 

When she was young an open space

a village small so quaint

there with parents and four siblings

father a farm labourer

mother the house was her domain

never did she complain!

 

It may have been a humble abode

such a long time ago

reminiscing of years long passed

now the only survivor

had never known any other home

never wanted to roam!

 

For the few who dared to glance

to see what was within

usually saw the derelict eyesore

a decaying old house

boarded up tight well protected

years before erected!

 

Oddly the large lounge room window

was partly uncovered

where Jean sat watching as always

her spirit here remained

it was her home did not want to leave

still existed did believe!

 

Some sure there was something here

a shadowy outline

how the decades passed so quickly by

as the legend grew

of a ghostly figure sometimes seen

not realising it was Jean!

 

Here the dead observed the living!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

Village!

High on the lonely yorkshire moorland

the village set was built

a long way from their main city studio

an imaginary society

had the feel of a real existing location

not a television creation!

 

When not in use an unsettling stillness

filled the fresh moving air

unseen activity as if life was going on

faint constant whispers

cast and crew aware of a muted sound

their subconscious did hound!

 

Amongst the farm animals beasts roamed

hypnotic glowing red eyes

savage snarling devil dog’s fangs exposed

wandering on the village edge

always in the shadows rarely are they seen

their very presence obscene!

 

Security patrolled quietly as filming proceeded

as reality and fantasy mingled

unaware of the other dimensions interacting

the crew huddled observing

actors becoming familiar characters on action

creating believable interaction!

 

Moments when an image mist or a shadow

that was not within the script

added to the mystique of an enchanting take

that the cameraman or director

could not grasp in the pressure of the shoot

when the schedule was acute!

 

But maybe the fears of any ghostly presence

is not always something to dread

this is just the mingling of nature’s elements

that should be embraced

there undisturbed since the earth was formed

before man the planet swarmed!

 

Do those who venture to this moorland oasis

need to fear the ghosts and spirits

blend and tease those gathered in the village

passing in and around their bodies

everyone prepares for another take to begin

feeling a slight tingle on the skin!

 

The anticipation of the moment is absorbed

as the pressures of a schedule

has blocked any fears of the village ambience

in a vast open landscape

paranormal discoveries remain imagination

with a disconcerting agitation!

 

In the village the filming goes on!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

Faith!

That single moment changed his life forever

there on his second tour of duty

thought he was hardened to atrocities of war

even when facing his own death

another demolished village came up ahead

more wounded and many dead!

 

On the road came upon a woman crouching

holding a man’s lifeless body

two small children wandering dazed and  lost

each cried with endless tears

looking down in body armour and loaded gun

under the searing heat of the sun!

 

Feeling himself overwhelmed with the scene

had not been to church for years

his faith was now being tested himself a father

a beautiful wife waiting at home

safe away from such brutality of this warfare

their torment for a time did share!

 

Made him confront his own vulnerability and belief

feeling that overwhelming grief!

 

Then became a soldier once more and moved on!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

Tap!

The couple were awoken by a very loud tap

on their bedroom door

it was only two am on a spring morning

almost afraid to breath

this had not happened to them before

but this they could not ignore!

 

Recently moved to the mature bungalow

it stood on the edge of a village

already renovated this their dream home

so this was unexpected

compelled to take a glance nobody was there

a moment of fear did share!

 

The only sounds were of owls and animal cries

returning to bed tried to sleep

holding each other close until the dawn broke

got up to prepare for work

only to find kitchen cupboard doors open wide

yet nothing disturbed inside!

 

Unsettled at this odd sight on a new morning

dressed quickly they had to leave

left for work their circumstances had to reflect

returning after a difficult day

it was early evening both entered hesitantly

wondering what they would see!

 

Tension now replaced the joy of a new home

always felt those prying eyes

sitting for their dinner a glass slowly moved

then shot off the table hitting

and smashing against a newly painted wall

after that bad things did befall!

 

The second night neither could sleep well

footsteps echoed loudly

another tap on the door but much louder

sounding far more urgent

holding each other made no effort to look

as the door violently shook!

 

They were glad when it was light talked

for the first time for hours

she just wanted to go but he said no way

they could not afford to leave

decided cameras may help them find out

as their sanity was in doubt!

 

To save money fitted them with a friend

every angle was covered

put the base unit in the spare bedroom

now all they could do was wait

each morning checked nothing was seen

for several days tapes clean!

 

It had gone quiet had it been imagination

yet the unease remained

on this particular night there was banging

that went on for an hour

suddenly stopping then a muffled scream

so piercing and extreme!

 

Reluctantly ventured into the open lounge

the patio door was wide open

closing it decided to view the recordings

hoping something was captured

mostly blurry saw a shape for one second

were their lives threatened?

 

As the next dawn approached the alarm again

roused them from sleep

troubled by this yet a few hours had helped

now another Saturday

turned the alarm off the patio was wide open

things got worse this day

even with the alarm off it still became activated

both of them frustrated!

 

As the sun shone tried sitting in their garden

even here could not settle

decided to go out but the car would not start

it seemed they were trapped

intently watched the recording from last night

saw a figure come into the lens light!

 

Stood for seconds before thrusting its awful face

close to the camera laughing

no sound but it made their blood run ice-cold

could not sleep anymore

laid on the bed left the door open could see hall

when they heard a female call!

 

Bravely the husband ventured to investigate

without warning was pushed over

a force pulled at his legs his wife tried to help

but did not have the strength

heard his cries fade away staring into the dark

realising her situation stark!

 

Managed to grab her cell phone and dial 911

as she spoke a blurry shape

lunged at her violently she too was taken

leaving a bloody trail

the police arrived searching everywhere

but found nobody there!

 

The bungalow was sealed up and deserted!

 

No doubt somebody will want to venture in!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

 

In A Village!

A warm afternoon a couple entered a pub

on holiday in a village.

In an ancient land of history Cornwall

on a day of souring heat.

Yet when inside it was cold and dark

the furnishing stark.

 

The landlord was pleasant and welcoming

buying drinks sat at a table.

Other people milled around chatting

this was like an old tavern.

Where once smugglers most likely drank

after a ship they’d sank!

 

Hungry decided to have a nice bar meal

as a menu was in sight.

After ordering waited supping the drinks

putting the glasses down.

When both fell smashing onto the floor

what caused it neither sure!

 

Where they landed and the fluid drained

a big dark stain was visible.

Both overwhelmed with apprehension

as the interior blurred.

A body dropped before their very eyes

hearing faint pitiful cries!

 

Reality returned glancing to slate floor

nothing was to be seen.

Unable to stay in this disturbing setting

exiting in a puzzled state.

Staring in from the cobbled pathway

turned and walked away!

 

Certainly a strange tale for them to tell!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

 

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The Elderly Lady

It was such a pleasant morning in the village

as I stopped for a break.

Parking outside a quaint thatched cottage

in the garden an elderly lady sat.

Enjoying the warm summers afternoon

it was a Thursday in June.

 

Automatically I gave her a friendly wave

she waved and smiled back.

A picture postcard scene it had to be seen

had a nice tea and cake.

Soon on my way but remembered the visit

and the lady by the privet.

 

Must have been a year to the day I went back

a short detour to the coast.

My wife came along as we headed on holiday

she was keen to see it too.

The only difference was more yellow lines

and more car park signs!

 

Eventually we wandered down the only street

both eager to say hello.

But there was only a shabby looking place

and a garden of weeds.

Run down and neglected nobody lived here

that was perfectly clear!

 

Asking those in the small village convenience store

it had been empty for years.

The elderly lady died peacefully in her sleep

the cottage couldn’t be sold.

They added others had said they seen her to

as they’d been passing through!

 

Passed by in the car for just one more look

how my sanity had been shook!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

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The Sea Fog!

The fog over the sea was unusually dense

to the locals in the small village

that lay on the coast it was ominous

this was no natural sea fog

stories handed down told of a terrible past

of a curse on the people cast!

 

That every twenty-five years came the fog

dense and glowing it would come

when the villagers went in they vanished

as something within took them away

once more a reality not a story being told

there came a breeze so cold!

 

Two hundred families lived in the community

fishermen and their families

the same number for five hundred centuries

they were the trapped ancestors

silently villagers culled in the glowing fog

no sound not even a barking dog!

 

The legend was of the long dead coming back

in the red glowing sea fog

because of what the village ancestors had done

wrecking a ship on the rocks

to plunder and kill those still alive on board

through greed take away the hoard!

 

The few who survived swore they would return

every century to get their revenge

for all the innocent souls taken that evil night

the village was forever cursed

this was the anniversary the fifteenth of December

when this generation would remember!

 

The priest of the little church upon the steep hill

a descendant of the wreckers leader

who was the one that had researched the truth

knowing that under the wooden floor

still lay most of the stolen sailing ships haul

they would return until they had it all!

 

In the fog the long dead walked once more

anybody they met would die

but if you stayed in and ignored the knock

for them they would be well

those who opened the door would perish

no more life to cherish!

 

Alone in the old church the fog for him came

he knew what it wanted

grotesque figures trying to get in his domain

the house of his god

there the priest prepared for his passage to hell

defiantly he rang the brass bell!

 

The sea fog entered as a sword cut him down

at the time the ship hit the rocks

then slowly receded back out to the deep-sea

the bell silent the priest had been taken

for now satisfied their curse was partly fulfilled

treasure not retrieved but the priest killed!

 

The village mourned those who had gone

life there once more carried on!

 

The wife of the priest gave birth to a son!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

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