This is a fantasy come true.
The sunshine in a sky dark blue.
White sand on a Florida beach.
Within a tourist’s grasping reach.
Until the night rears its dark head.
Tourists disappear from their bed.
Can Oasis, Florida be cursed?
Like it’s been carefully rehearsed.
Think twice before coming to shore.
It’s fun and games but so much more.
THE DEAD GAME
A perfect book for a summer day.
I will be reading it come what may.
Whether on the beach or in a boat,
I’ll be happy like a billy goat.
Vampires and demons, oh my!
It’s not a sweet lullaby.
Witches and darkness galore.
It surely won’t be a bore.
THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist
The moon in my window,
A centerpiece for the sky.
A vision to fill my nights,
Framed for posterity.
A light behind closed eyelids
To soothe me into dreamland.
Autumn Fence, Woodstock, Vermont
A walk down a country road,
not knowing what it may hold.
Leaves crunch loudly beneath my feet,
walking fast is no easy feat.
I need to get home to make dinner,
I’d hoped the walk would make me thinner.
But I need to slow down and breath the air,
as sweet as cotton candy at a fair.
My steps follow the white picket fence,
the other side makes me cold and tense.
The huge dog jumps high in the air,
his eyes white dots in his black hair.
He whimpers and walks closer to me,
his dark eyes as wide as can be.
He lifts a large paw to the gate,
as I slow down my frenzied gait.
I stop in place to pet his head,
I know I have just made my bed.
I will now be home late for dinner,
but the dog knows I’m still the winner.
I have stopped to smell the flowers,
I’m refreshed with super powers.
I race home with new resolve,
no more time puzzles to solve.
Calming blue waters.
Soft white sand.
Reclining on a hammock.
Enjoying the sunshine.
The bright blue sky.
The quiet.
Until—
Darkness descends upon us.
The trade winds turn violent.
Sand flies in our faces.
Rooftops fly above our heads.
We make a mad dash to town.
The sun hides her face.
Lightning joins the winds.
Where to hide?
The Town Hall waits.
Its front door stands open.
Inside is dark and quiet.
What awaits us now?
Windows shatter.
Shrieks fill the rooms.
Shadows fly by the tall windows.
We’re doomed.
THE DEAD GAME
Take me away to better times.
To sun-drenched beaches.
To waving palm trees.
To rolling waves.
To better places.
To warm trade winds.
To white-sand beaches.
To bright sunshine.
To us.
Climb the stairs.
Reach the top
before it’s too late.
Before time stops
and so do you.
The waves are washing in.
But I can still see him.
He’s followed me here.
Must not let him get near.
He has returned from the dead.
I won’t let him in my bed.
He wants me for his queen.
With him I can’t be seen.
The tides are surely rising.
My mind is agonizing.
How will I manage to get away
Before the dawn of the new day?
THE DEAD GAME
The Dead can appear in disguise
As people like you and me.
They can change forms to hide
Like a raindrop falling from the sky.
THE DEAD GAME
A wave hits me in the face.
I can’t keep up with its pace.
It thrashes against the shore.
Making me want so much more.
