In the depths of age
I feel at a loss
A kind of bereavement
– that is never-ending
The tattered and torn years
have reached a non-purpose
where I sit in stillness
evident to others who watch
but yet
they do not conquer the doorway to my breakthrough
Living souls are
just an acquisition
in your web of lies
You face the world
with nothing but smiles
tearing down walls
of community
and belief
In the abode of humankind
truth becomes a casualty
trust is all but gone
The labyrinth of lies unfolds
like roses on a thorn bush
Those who try to navigate your maze
find danger lurking everywhere
Allow kindness
to be your everlasting
compass to a better horizon
In the web of deceit
you have grown
let the magic of endearment
and truth abide
Two characters in a living act breaking an explicit agreement …..
Betrayal can occur in various contexts. Promises broken, trust laid bare …..
A wound inflicted with venom of betrayal allowing darkness to take hold.
In these haunted woods ghosts of the past creep recalling the truth with damnation …..
I stand before an old graveyard where shadows beneath the moon appear ….. In terror’s grip my heart is pounding fast. Time is running out
Deceitful words spoken in this harsh reality break the bond of a poets tale. Your eyes that once held warmth are now filled with loathing ….
In this frozen moment our worlds are torn apart in the web of fate.
We are entwined, paying the ultimate price of desire in flames ….
A masquerade of truth and lies become exposed from beneath each grave. Consequences echo like rushing ripples on water.
I see beyond the mask you wear ….
In black and white your past awakens, from the ruins of broken graves
your followers abound ….
Hidden within my travelling cloque I withdraw the wand of destiny.
Drawing a circle in the air before you, with the intent of death in my gaze,
I speak words of what is written in the stars ….
You are the macabre spectre but this may be an untenable situation,
whereby your deceit reins.
The never-ending story is not yet untold ….
With vigorous tenure the tone changes,
I will expose your hidden agenda of polluting my world …
Can you imagine reliving episodes of your life in the space of minutes or seconds?
Imagine a magical flash of lightning taking you outside of your body,
that takes you to a special place where you watch memorable moments you previously lived through.
Is this your near-death experience?
In a realm of mystic wonders
where dreams take flight
a tapestry woven with magic
creates a whispering breeze
echoing ancient stories
where fae folk dwell
The soft illumination
through emerald forests
guiding lost souls
towards eternal light
across a bed of roses
In a meadow
of every shape and colour
an ethereal tune delves
into untapped dreams
sending reality of existance
above rivers
appearing like mirrored paths
Reflections of entwined lovers
bring to mind
what was left behind
but may yet still be
to come
Under the canopy of darkness
through the doorway to oblivion
desire takes hold
a desire to tear away the exterior
beyond the emotional intent
An unknown feeling of burning pain
enters the body
through over reached sensory organs
creating the oneness of being possessed
A profound significance
like blood needing oxygen
takes hold bringing forth a light within
and a burden carried for years
Releasing the past
to enjoy the future
comes with a price
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Here it is folks: It’s A Kind Of Magic: A Flash Fiction Anthology.
Coming September 2023, featuring quick bites of magical delight from:
Barbara Smith
Louise Lannink
Adelae Guevara
S.M. Kemmett
Elisha K Habermann
Matthew R. Davis
William Robertson
Melanie Ifield
Mendel Mire
Kevin Anderson
Karen Bayly
Anthony Ferguson
Issy Jinarmo
Leanbh Pearson
Leonie Rogers
TC Phillips
To whom it may concern
Will you listen without inflicting torment?
Will you understand the suffering that comes from within?
Will you take note of the self-torture inflicted?
I have sacrificed by putting others first
I have felt chaotic emotions take hold
I have believed in trust only to be knocked down
You say all is above me
You say others are worth more than me
You say I cannot perform while others can
I see your impenetrable exterior bubble
I see the disconnection of your emotional side
I see the darkness cover you
Rescue me
In a clearing beyond city evolution
there are no humans
just engravings carved into dead wood
An unknown bent and weathered creature sits in a clearing
content in nature
at the end of a flat base of a tree torn down by past roaring winds
‘Don’t put the blame on humans’, I shout
without affinity to what lies beyond
The creature pulls a pocket watch from a rock crevice beside it’s particulate body
‘Time for tea’, it growls
The world before me transforms into an asymmetrical buffet table
Before me I see another twisted creature
dressed in red with a top hat to match
It throws Ceylon tea leaves into the sky above
creating an island surrounded by a raging sea
This creature leans forward with a wide smile
‘Mistakes cannot be changed or replaced
– criminality which brings black snow falling from ash filled heights
cannot be forgiven or reversed with a slice of sponge cake’
With little time to digest what is before me
I feel guilty
I am dressed in rich human clothes
My long existing human tea party is over
The creature changes shape
with a wave of it’s forearm
it turns into – from memory –
what appears to be a type of gnome
The now Mad Hatter gnome takes control
of living senses
tearing down the corporate walls of earth and mankind.
My thoughts and forms of past events fall away.
I am alone
born again
I hear the whispers,
stage whispers,
spoken to another in the wood of the floor, above the crystal grid
loud enough that I feel the vexation from within
It was here in the Midnight Hotel, Room 13, where the keeper of the stone vanished
leaving behind a cluster of displeased voices
and a knot of corn flowers
I feel the intensity with the coven’s agitation growing
Knowing the natural cycle of life and death will be torn apart
I eat the seeds of the cornflower and enhance my psychic awakening
bringing forth an inner storm To find the truth
Dancing lights surround me
Knock, knock, knock
I hear you
The night manager steps through the shimmering door of room 13
Glowing eyes reveal your presence in an inhumane way
The night manager’s body quivers drawing the air from my body
The whispers stop
My mind explodes and I fall
Weathered iced fingers reach up
between crystal grid lines
drawing my body down
Knock, knock, knock
Whispers become toned voices
sharing knowledge long forgotten
from pagan times
I am the Guardian of the stone
I am the one who will change the future
within the Midnight Hotel
where the wildlings spare those
who believe in the old Gods
Hidden in blinding madness
the soul gathers the weapons to fight
to defend attacks from outside the physical
Opposing action is weigh laid
by the force of will to defend
an urgent request
from the intuitive recognition of previous defeat
I cry while the rain floods the earth
– biology forced into overdrive
through the destruction
of the natural world
Life and Beyond 