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It was a night of restless wind and rain
Yet undeterred by cold and padlocked chain
I broke into the building on a dare
With lamp in hand I wandered, and then there
Beheld the painting, in the vaulted hall,
Which hung in shadows on the lofty wall,
A ghostly rider on his trusty steed
That galloped forward at hairtrigger speed.
I turned to go, then got a mighty scare
As lightning flashed...I saw the canvas bare!
I stayed not rooted to the ground in fear
Instead, I made an exit in top gear!
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"The Haunted House" Contest
Sponsored by Dear Heart a.k.a. Broken Wings
Placed 4th
© 15th August 2018
I tell you suffering servant, weary of your days,
Do not look to the sun for hope,
Look inside your heart dear friend and find a light that helps you fight the fight
of faith until the end.
I know you cannot see a future that seems to be without,
The torment you feel inside you and your will oppressed by doubt,
But I tell you God's within you and if you fight to see her clear,
You will soar above the darkness and vanquish all your fear,
So dear brother haunted mercilessly by a desire to hang from a rope,
Do not look to the dky for hope,
Look within your heart and fly with stars above,
Sings songs of love,
And let your soul feel the sublime,
Of knowing it;s divine.
We had searched for empty houses to play
Haunted, not a soul in them would stay.
At far end of the village we had found one
From afar it looked mighty but undone.
Its tiled roof was broken in many a place
As nature elements weakened its timber base.
All rooms adjoined to the spiral staircase
Its grandeur once had spread far apace.
We loved to play hide and seek in there
I hid in the attic as no one came to snare.
The porch wall still had a carved rosette
In its wet groves dark moss had got set.
Ferns randomly had spiked out of creeks
We jumped high to get its bunch tweaks.
Garden in front of house lay in high weeds
once it surely had flowered many a seeds.
The majestic front door smitten with algae
Told stories in whispers as wind blew in alley.
The forlorn villa still haunts my memory
My childhood yet enconsed in its reverie.
20.7.2020
I was always an odd curious little girl,
and not far away was a haunted house;
unruly boys came often with big rocks to hurl,
many times at windows I saw a mouse.
I was told stories of the house's history,
during war was used as a hospital;
hooded nuns lived there but that is a mystery,
for the nun's stories were noncommittal.
I wanted to get inside to investigate,
then, I saw a face on an upper floor;
and by now the house was surrounded by a gate,
but this sleuth would get in that haunted door.
I climbed the fence and walked up to the haunted home,
turning the rusted door - it opened wide;
waiting was a creepy nun ( have you come to roam,
forever) . . . they whispered that I had died.
1
Bella
He
opened
the window-
in streamed his first
love
with
flowers,
dressed
in white-
she haunted his
art.
An Ekphrasis in lanterne sequence on Marc Chagall
2.
FLAMING JUNE an ekphrasis
A
flimsy
negligee
betrays her round
shape-
an
honest
innocence
in becalmed deep
sleep.
After Frederick Leighton
3.
PERCEPTIONS
The
painter
creates the
appearance of
things-
we
thereby
see each of
them in a new
light.
An ekphrasis after Kirchner
4.
REVELATION
Drop
by
drop-
into the
unconscious
mind.
Ekphrasis inspired by Pollock's style
ACCIDENTS IN TIME and SPACE a Pollock Ekphrasis
A counterpoint to tease floating
paint in swirls and mounds full
of radiant energy and surprise,
an adventure for our eyes,the
texture comes alive.
Opulence ,intricate yet plain
apparent yet unreal accidents
in time and space,colour
flowing without restraint
The things that claw inside
Penetrate my soul,
Bleeding me blind
Her words makes it seem
she's trying to leave me behind
Maybe she has another...
I'm just another pawn to her devise
Will she wait on me like she'd said?
Is her words true?
I open my mind to the possibilities that lie behind
She came to me as a miracle divine
Something to hold tight to...to bring me peace of mind
But it seems she doesn't trust of me...
Because I decided to tell her my all
Something's we take for granted..
Right before loves fall
If she leaves me
Shel never will be able to replace me
Or will she??
The memories of her will haunt even me like a raging sea
Carrying me after into a rift ..into another haunted dream
God knows I need to win this fight
the fight i already won!!
But I don't want to feel like a caged lion and tortured at night!
A creature on the run!
I'm not here for show or do tricks...
No..
I came here to be a light
Not the same as before...
What's done is done..
Leave me behind if you must
But the scroll I have kept away says I have the deed to the world
Sorry ...I am what I am..
But I am arising
And for her it feels like I'm still dying!
"GOD IT FEEEEEELS...LIKE IT ONLY RAINS ON ME!!!"-METALLICA, My World
Soon I reclaim what is rightfully mine
Because my father found me worthy..
Before I was even born..
Before my parents even realized the relevance or my very name
This is what it feels.to be born again through fire and flame
And forged into a sword
Im just the main character ...
Like it or not..
See me or don't..
Forsake me if u dare..
With this truth.. destiny is a cold stare
In the halls of Castle Ravenloft, Strahd is the perpetual sigh of the stones themselves, a fallen lord bound within his domain. He is the weeping sky of Barovia, casting an eternal shadow of gloom over the land he once sought to protect.
Once, a warrior with a heart so bold, Strahd’s life was a vibrant banner, his deeds in battle a rousing story. But that was a lifetime ago. Now, he is the curse that ravaged time and space, a raven-haired, pale-faced phantom, the embodiment of a love twisted into a ceaseless obsession.
He is the castle looms, a silhouette of fear that watches souls caught in a dreaded place. Strahd is the restless hunger, a consuming fire fueled by the betrayal that damned him. The mists swirling around Barovia are his silent, stern command, the very breath he exhales to guard the borders of his haunted realm.
Strahd is Barovia, and Barovia is Strahd, a timeless tyrant steeped in regret and pride, with centuries of darkness for a bride. He is the eternal echo of a heart that once beat with passion, now cold, relentless everywhere.
In halls of stone where shadows lie,
A fallen lord beneath a weeping sky.
Strahd, the name whispered in the gloom,
A master bound within his own dark tomb.
Once, a warrior with a heart so bold,
Whose deeds in battle were a story told.
He sought a love, a light, a saving grace,
But found a curse that ravaged time and space.
Now, raven-haired, with a pale, cold face,
He watches souls caught in this dreaded place.
The castle looms, a silhouette of fear,
And Tatyana’s ghost, forever near.
A restless hunger, a consuming fire,
Fueled by betrayal and a dark desire.
The mists obey his silent, stern command,
Guarding the borders of this haunted land.
So tread the paths of Barovia with care,
Whom Strahd von Zarovich is everywhere.
A timeless tyrant, steeped in regret and pride,
With centuries of darkness for a bride.
T railing along a serpentine lane, curiosity allows
H unt of one mysterious journey where glimpses trace
E vening's silhouette reflecting a dream-like scenery.
H eavy vines enshroud an old manor’s archway
A s I peep quickly through its blood-stained corners --
U nderneath, ravens hover while evening befalls
N ot knowing my dress gets caught on a thick nail,
T hat hands quake while freeing its hem. Grotesque the room’s decor
E ntwined are torn drapes, candelabra, and antiquated portraits... I run
D efying moon’s bold sheen almost vague now, undone.
H eart pulsates from loud whimper of voices in hiding--
O angels dear, I need to escape, what could be my options?
U ntil a knob opens through zoom of intemperate breeze
S hrieking, hollering down a cracked ladder, feet dash off to
E nd this TERROR, a night’s venture, macabre.
The Haunted House (Scare Me or Make Me Laugh) Contest
Sponsor: Dear Heart 8/29/2018
This story may or may not be true
My sister liked visiting graveyards at night,
I was invited but said count me out,
she laughed when I begged please take this light,
lanterns are handy when ghosts are about!
When she arrived at the sad cemetary,
(timed it quite right for the late midnight hour)
the wind it did woo a wierd commentary,
but nothing on earth could make sister cower.
She stepped on a stone and then heard it moan,
go away human, just leave me alone!
She never again asked to visit a graveyard at night,
and will always refuse to turn off the light!
The list is enormous, I will try to think of the seasons
Loving autumn, fresh start at school with new teachers
Football games, hot apple cider, plaid skirts, freshly cut hair
Some of the things I am crazy about in August and September
Halloween is one of my favorite holidays, so I am thankful for it
Loving the costumes, masks, hats, lovely jack-o-lanterns,
The ambiance of the haunted house, ghosts, ghouls, goblins
Loving the magnificent witches on their flying brooms
November brings many favorite foods that interest me
Thanksgiving means a twenty-pound turkey with all the fixings
Mashed potatoes, gravy, scalloped corn, hot sweet rolls,
Pumpkin pie with an enormous dollop of whipped cream
Am I thankful for December? Are you kidding? Santa Claus and Jesus?
Christmas trees, bubble lights, tinsel, glorious colors and kindnesses.
I am semi-thankful for January’s idea of a fresh new start.
Valentines Day used to be a big deal. Not as much anymore.
I adore spring; she brings yellow daffodils, violets, Queen Anne’s lace
My nose is grateful for the fragrances of lavender, lilacs and lilies.
And of course, summer is always a thrill, for it was my largest vacation
As I taught school for thirty years.