THE FALLEN

 

Sherbrooke Forest | By Penny Whetton

 

 

The trees have been hurt,

Scarred by the recent storm.

Their leaves have fallen,

Fallen soldiers of nature’s war.

Without a proper burial,

No one will mourn for them.

New leaves will soon sprout

And take their place.

The cycle will continue

Through time and space.

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A FENCE

 

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A fence for protection

To keep out the raging storm.

We will be safe and dry.

This has gone beyond the norm.

 

Faces raised in fury,

The waves reach a new height.

They attempt to break through.

They fight with all their might.

 

We will stay for the duration.

We refuse to flee our homes.

Out come the flashlights,

We’ve lost our lights and phones.

 

This storm won’t defeat us.

The next one won’t either.

We stick together as one

Until the day is won.

 

 

 

 

THE WAVES

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THE WAVES

Lined up like sentries.

Shoulder to shoulder.

Eying the shore.

Storm at their backs.

Wind at their sides.

Sun setting above.

Sea ripples below.

Sky darkens.

Clouds rush in.

Birds flee.

Skies open up.

Water rains down.

Quiet reigns supreme.

They quicken their tempo.

Winds pick up their speed.

They hit the sand with force.

A line of soldiers.

Shoulder to shoulder.

As one.

ENERGY OF LIGHT

Light in forest

ENERGY OF LIGHT

Light the night sky with your energy.

Waves of light to shock our senses.

Sizzling sounds to move our souls.

Darkness yearns to blacken the sky.

But the streaks of light persevere.

The moon lifts its face with a grin.

Thunder will be riding soon on its horse.

Mother Nature never misses a beat.

The light forewarns us of the coming storm.

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Jagged fingers slice through the air.

A dance of the gods for mere mortals.

We hold our breaths as they sizzle and play.

The clouds keep them in place in defiance.

The ground rumbles in dismay at their power play.

The wind and rain fight to divert their direction.

Their aim is compromised by their enemies.

They hold strong and band together.

But the gods and nature block their path.

The earth is saved from ruin on this day.

But they’ll be back again another day.

OUR GAMES HAVE JUST BEGUN

Off to the gingerbread house, ​we go
On this fine fall day.
The country road yawns before us,
Pointing the way with pebbled arms.

Shana is laughing up a storm,
Similar to the one building around us.
Swirling gusts lead us by the hand
To a cottage made not by man.

The house floats in a dewy gauze of its own,
Shielded from any attacks or storms.
It glistens and shimmers in the fading light
As we draw closer to its unfailing might.

The front door opens at our approach,
An extended arm our only invitation.
I want to leave but Shana says,
“Linda, let’s see who lives inside.”

Before I could answer she walks in,
Leaving me alone in the dying day.
Pebbles unearth themselves in my direction
Until I’m forced to seek shelter inside.

An older couple wait for us,
Wearing clothes from days long gone.
They show us around their unusual home,
Where rooms are shrines to their grown children.

We are led to the attic to find a lone rocking chair,
Facing the forest and deserted country road.
The woman explains they are The Watchers,
Protecting the town from errant vampires.

My ears are ringing and my heart is pounding
As I listen to her words in disbelief.
She says there’s always a Watcher
Sitting in the rocking chair.

We don’t know whether to believe her story
But the chair begins to rock on its own.
​We flee the scene of our worst nightmare,
Determined never to return to this awful place.

Our games have just begun.

THE DEAD GAME

LOST IN A STORM

Dark are the nights

The storm approaches the shore.

Dampness fills the air.

Mist sprays against my face.

Thunder rumbles in the distance.

Flashes light the darkening sky.

Yes, I can feel it.​

It’s almost here.

Will I lose myself to it?

Will it bring me down to its depths?

I spread my arms wide.

Lift my head up high.

And let myself fall.

Arms pull me under.

Lips reach for mine.

I’m lost for eternity.

Lost to the rushing wind.

Held prisoner of the ultimate despair.

Partner in pain and sorrow.

The choice is made and done.

I float away with my dear one.

Together we will forge a path

Through darkness and hell

To the heavenly place beyond.

PURPLE FURY

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PURPLE FURY

The sky flashes purple and pink

amidst flashes of blue and white.

Reflected on the silvery surface

in shades of aquamarine and amethyst.

We see only a glimpse of its fury.

A quick shot of hot anger.

Don’t look away

for all too soon it will be gone.

THE DEAD GAME — BEHIND DOOR NUMBER 3





 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

THE DEAD GAME — BEHIND DOOR NUMBER 3 

Down the stairs, we go,
Down to the dark basement
Of End House.
What happened here 5 years ago?

A freak storm is what had happened.
The innocent family living here
Had disappeared into the raging waves
Of the Atlantic Ocean.

Now we are locked in its basement.
We’ve already made it through 
Swinging traps and circular saws.
No way for us but forward.

Three closed doors are standing before us. 
The horrors behind the first two doors 
Had almost killed us. 
Door number 3 is waiting.

We walk in.
It’s dark.
Cages on the walls hold wild animals
Behind the metal bars.

Mike walks in first.
His eyes roam the room,
Searching for a possible escape 
From this hell hole.

He turns around.
The animals are suddenly free 
And are moving closer.
He could feel his heart beating faster.

The animals are breathing down his neck,
Getting ready to pounce.
David calls out that
He’s found a door.

We are running down the stairs to the beach.
Flying creatures are swiping at us,
Trying to throw us into the ocean.
We stare down at the sharp rocks…

Their journey has only just begun. 

THE DEAD GAME

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DEAFENING SILENCE

Desolate.
Alone.
Stark.
Cold.
Empty.
Sitting on a hill.
No houses nearby.
Only the comfort
of a bare tree.
The wind rattles
through my open beams.
Snow drifts in from my roof.
No peace.
Only cold.
And deafening silence.
Will it always be so?
Will the sun shine ever again?
Will horses return to my stables?
I could only wait and hope.