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‘The Black Cat’ by Lynn Gerrard

Black Cat

Lynn Gerrard is a writer, poet, author of darkness & decadence.  Tonight I would like to share with all of you one of her poems.

 

‘The Black Cat’ by Lynn Gerrard

The grave soil shifted

And deep down

In the depths

The long dead cat

Drew in a stale breath

And its crushed bones creaked

As they sought to repair

The dreadful damage

That had put it there

Whilst its blood drenched fur,

Matted and sticky,

Writhed and wriggled

As the maggots moved quickly

To leave the beast

As with a crack it’s jaw

Unhinged to release

A Hellish call

That rose through the earth

Piercing all above

With it’s shrill screamed squeals

Of the horrors yet to come

And its claws found purchase

Until very soon

The ungodly creature

Was screeching at the moon

As it scratched and spat

And hissed its curse

What was done to it

It would do much worse

It would seek and find

The human bitch

Who had left it to die

In the dirt deep ditch

Whilst her screaming tyres

Sped off into the night

Caring not a jot for the black cat’s plight

Her scent was strong

And the cat began to gloat

Envisaging the moment

It crawled down her scrawny throat

As her eyes bulged blindly

And her life’s light dimmed

Whilst it pawed and clawed

Until it wore her skin

Then it would dance in the moonlight

And with all the demons laugh

At the stupid woman’s folly

To cross the Witches cat’s path.

Copyright © Lynn Gerrard, 2015

 

Visit Lynn Gerrard’s blog here – http://thegrumblinggargoyle.blogspot.co.uk/

Halloween Poem by S. Williams

Halloween Ghost

I hope that you are all enjoying the event so far.  There’s still loads to come, but now I think it’s time we had some poetry.

 

Well tap, tap, tap the ghosts are back
You thought you’d seen them off but now you’re under attack
They’re coming down the chimney, and up through the cellar floor
they’re screaming at your window, they’re moaning at your door
ell tip-y tap, toe you’ve got nowhere to go
You’ve set your heart in concrete but it’s all just for show
You know the name of every skeleton you hid under the bed
Every broken promise that you shot down dead
The way you murdered all the love and all the dreams they gave you
All you did was take, well now they’re here to repay you
Well tap, tap, tap the ghosts are back
And they’re not leaving ‘till it’s done

Well tap, tap, tap the ghosts are back
They’ve got a bell, book and candle and a Hessian sack
They’ve got a spade, and some salt and two pennies for your eyes
They’ve got a box made of Apple-wood to store up all your lies
There’s a ghost on a bike that’s racing round and round your head
Leaving streaks of pain across your sight
Making you wish you’d never said
There’s a body in your arms that you don’t remember kissing
And there’s fingers stroking through your hair but all the nails are missing
And if you’d only ever stayed with me, you wouldn’t have to pay
And I wouldn’t make you weigh your life; you’d live another day
Well tap, tap tap the ghost is back
And I’m not leaving ‘till it’s over

Well tap, tap, tap the ghost is here
And I’ve come to play a parlour game of consequence and fear
I’ve come to sit upon your chest and squeeze out all your life
I’ve come to watch my dying husband; watch my dying wife
Yes here I come a-tapping, the ghost of your love
The one you broke and buried, but not quite deep enough
The one for whom eternity meant forever and a day
But to you just meant the packaging, a thing you throw away
Here I come a-weeping and a-stumbling to you
The ghost of everything you did to me that wasn’t true
Here I come to kiss you, to take away your breath
To take your arm in mine, my love
And walk you into death

Copyright © S. Williams, 2015

 

‘Tuesday Falling’ is S. Williams debut novel.  It is available to buy on Amazon:-

http://www.amazon.co.uk/Tuesday-Falling-S-Williams-ebook/dp/B00R0RGSHU/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1445367511&sr=1-1&keywords=tuesday+falling

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