An orange streak hits the spot
Where day and night meet a lot.
Flames float to the sky
From arms raised up high.
The light play continues through the night
As we watch and hold each other tight.
The sky lightens to shades of grey
As it welcomes the coming day.
Happy, we made it through the long, dark night.
The rising sun is a welcome sight.
// stairs // middle of 2014 // panasonic dmc-zs15 (by Georg Nickolaus)www.azurgrau.com
Lead me far away from the darkness.
Up these stairs, I will find my way.
I’m tired of living in this sadness.
Time to scope out a new day.
As I climb, the light taunts me.
It hits me square in the eye.
I squint as I try to see.
I must spread my wings and fly.
I’m thrust into a party at full throttle.
The sounds of laughter and music cocoon me.
I find life outside instead of a bottle.
I fly free and far away from the old me.
I’m surprised and honored to have a poem written for me by fellow poet, Kenny McPhee. Most of my poetry is on the spooky side. I began writing poetry as a way to showcase my book. Soon I found I love to write poems. I’ve added nature and inspiration to my repertoire, but I’m basically a creepy poet.
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SPOOKY SUSANNE You enjoy a walk on the dark side, susanne Nobody true, they say, but once in a while
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My dreams haunt me.
They torment me each night.
They follow me,
Giving my heart a fright.
I’ve put my demons in my book
To ease my troubled mind.
Why don’t you take a closer look,
And see what you can find?
Walk with me?
It calls to me.
It flickers.
It winks.
It watches.
It waits.
Who goes there?
Keeper of the night.
Hidden in the dark.
Gatherer of nightmares.
The abyss for my thoughts.
I must follow.
I must see.
I won’t yield to the darkness.
It comes slowly
In the dead of night,
Walking on silent feet.
It draws closer.
You run faster.
It gathers speed.
You dash into a building,
An empty school.
It follows.
It brings silence.
You can feel its presence,
Moving closer.
It’s hurrying
Along the deserted hallway.
You check the doors.
They are locked.
You turn,
Close your eyes,
And stand firm.
Darkness descends.
Who sits on my shelf
each night?
Who casts shadows
on my bedroom wall?
I move closer.
I must see what it is.
The head moves.
Its hood falls back.
A doll’s face appears.
A yellow glow
in the darkness.
Red eyes turn to me.
Burning a hot hole
right through me.
Inside Edinburgh’s castle. Scotland || Personal photograph
A castle where spirits walk
Darkness hides in corners
Vintage fingerprints smudge the walls
Old fragrances float in the air
Shadows follow without footsteps
And sighs fill the empty spaces
Alice Svane
Let the sun inside.
Don’t live in darkness.
Let the light into your heart.
It can be done.
Open the window.
Breathe the fresh air.
Walk outside.
Leave the darkness behind.
