She stands,
corkscrew in hand.
The wine beckons.
Seconds,
Crawl past,
Until, at last,
With a twist
Of her wrist,
the cork slowly rises.
There are no surprises.
Fate knocks
as the cork pops.
Opening The Wine
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Author Archives: K Morris Poet
Cerberus
My bark
echoes in this dark
Hell
Where damned souls dwell.
My snakes wave
The brave
Towards eternal shade.
In the grave
Lethe
Provides peace
From joy and pain.
Here it is all the same
For men no not
They are lost
And wander in a daze
Far from Apollo’s life -giving rays
Stop persecuting witches… (a Halloween Guest Post)…
An interesting post. On my bookshelves there stands “Chance, Luck and Destiny”, by Peter Dickinson. The book offers a fascinating glimpse into superstitions, witchcraft and other related matters. Kevin
Once Upon a Halloween… (A short story by Chris Graham)
Good to see a story from Chris who is always so generous in providing help to others. Kevin
A short story by Chris Graham
The light of the full moon reflected off the stark branches of the ancient oak, dead for the past six centuries, yet still standing, brooding alone on the hilltop.
A sweet looking young girl child with long curly blonde tresses stood, tied securely in front of it, the moonlight making her appear ghostlike as it shone onto her pale face and long white nightdress.
She was looking towards the village she had been brought from, each cottage showing candlelit windows surrounded by interwoven strands of garlic and a large consecrated wooden cross nailed to their doors.
As the last toll of the church midnight bell echoed into silence, she heard the first distant howl, then another, louder one in answer.
They were coming.
She had been discovered lost and abandoned in the nearby woods just the day before, so the village elders selected her to…
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Will You Go?
“Will you join in death’s dance
And find romance
In Hades below?
Touch my skin
soft as snow.
My love will you go
Where the death lilies grow?”
England On The Eve Of World War I
Sun dappled lawns.
The vicar yawns
As Colonel Trickett
Defends his wicket.
The sound of bat on ball
mingles with a blackbird’s call
that floats
amidst ancient oaks
and the Colonel’s son takes Lucy’s hand
as the sun sets on Angleland.
Interview with Edgar Allan Poe 2015… (a Halloween Guest Post)…
Wear High Heels
Were high heels for they make you tall
But be careful lest you fall.
Situations are slippery as eels.
The ground feels
firm
but the worm
may turn
and swallow
the hollow
you.
Were high heels for you are pretty
And the citty
Is full of witty
Men
Who employ their pen
To record every slip
And trip.
Watch the pavement as you walk
For people talk
And reputations are brittle as bones
That break on stones …
Halloween Book Recommendations 2015
Some Halloween reading …!
Raining
I awoke to the rain
drumming on my window pane.
Opening my lattice I let it in
the purifying water that washes away sin.
The hypnotic sound
of rain falling all around.
All my life I have listened to the rain.
The same drumming
of water coming
from the sky
falling on you and I.
The rain has no end
But you and I my friend
May listen for a while
Smile
then pass on by.
