The Storm

Don’t worry the child whispered to the tree.

I shall keep you safe , you’ll not be harmed if you stay with me.

The lightening flashed and the rain fell. Out to sea ships were tossed on the foamy swell.

It was such a dark and starless night the child could see that the tree was suffering from fright.

All around the the winds were shaking up the hills and whipping up the lakes and streams so that they were over flowing their banks and having little spills.

Thunder crashed and lightening lit the skies the child hugged tight the tree and closed her eyes.

Please dear friend, tree, she was heard to say. I shall not let go of you until this ghastly night is through, and this storm is gone away.

Of a sudden the tree was struck by lightening flash, it buckled and bowed and then to the ground it crashed. Sadly flattening beneath it’s weight the tiny child who lovingly had promised to keep it safe.

Darling , darling tree fear not fear not I am still with thee………

Scary October 19

Here we are at the unholy month of October. I thought I would do a paranormal, witchy, unholy bunch of poems, some new and some old.

Don’t forget to check out Jane Dougherty and Kat Myrman‘s plans for this month!

Images from Audrey Kawasaki

Jessica

For the longest time the child had gathered bones and dead insects.

Body parts she cut from animals so she could learn how they worked .

Not dead animals, the organs had to be alive and pumping

Warm and growing, breathing , flowing.

It had started with a bone collection but she had needed to have more knowledge.

She gathered spiders and insects from the hedge .

Soon cats and dogs went missing , they’d disappear?

Her mother shut her eyes to what she guessed, keeping silent her fear.

The child spent less and less time at home

She preferred to be in the woods foraging on her own.

Then the odd baby disappeared from it’s cot

The need for learning was all that mattered to the swot.

One day she was gone, she did not return home

The child had decided it was time to roam.

With necklaces of eyes and ears and trinkets made of bone

She traveled the word her skills to practice and hone.

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Lock your windows , close your doors

She is out there crossing fields and moors

She is bigger now and stronger

Only harvests what she needs, keeps her donors alive longer

What made the child want to kill this way

The thirst for knowledge one might say.

Or maybe pure evil invaded her whole

She was such a beauty in body but not in soul.

Beware when out on day or night

Beware those eyes so angelic a sight .

Run from the clink of bone and tooth

She will not spare you and that’s the truth!

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Thursday Photo Prompt, #writephoto, Child,

This is  my entry for Sue Vincent of Daily Echo‘s #writephoto prompt.

​You have to use the image below to create a post on your own blog… poetry, prose, humour… light or dark, whatever you choose, by noon (GMT)  Wednesday 3rd May and link back to Sue’s post here with a pingback. Please make sure that the pingback works and if not, copy and paste your link into the comments section of that post.

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Thursday Photo Prompt, #writephoto, Child,

When Rachel awoke two days later she was destraugt to learn of her loss. So deep was her pain and grief that Lisa feared she would loose her.

Slowly Rachel responded to Lisa’s kindness and took food and water. To Lisa’s surprised Rachel refused to morph in to a human and remained wolf. 

After a week she was strong again and told Lisa she was leaving.  Lisa asked her to stay but Rachel said she had to find  Mathew.

Lisa, reading Rachel’s thoughts could tell that Hope was upsetting her, a constant reminder of her loss.

So Rachel bid Lisa and Hope a loving farewell and promised to return as soon as she could.

Left alone Lisa got out the toys she readied for her child. Beautiful things she had collected over the years some in payment for her healing ways from the villagers and some from her childhood.

Rachel set of to West in search of her lover, her loss raw and gnawing. 

Lisa could feel the need in Hope to learn and fast. 

She showed the child what she had gathered. The Rocking Horse, the dolls in the cradle, the dolls house..

The 10 day old infant smiled. Telepathically Lisa heard Hope say “teach me your ways read to me from your magic books.”

Lisa smiled and did as Hope asked.

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Butterfly Child

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The child

She was a different child
So unlike the rest a mystery
Not defiant nor yet meek and mild
Biding her time hiding something wild

Often she went missing for days
They grew not to worry for her
Assuming she had magic ways.
Mother nature had her in her care.

She thrived and grew like a camilleon
Carrying an aura of colour as she went
Filling their heads like a loved song
A calming presence a soft scent

One day like a whisper she was gone.
Some of the light of lives deminished
Her metamorphosis was at last done
She spread her wings Ties to them finished.

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Butterfly

The Storm.

Don’t worry the child whispered to the tree.

I shall keep you safe , you’ll not be harmed  if you stay with me.

The lightening flashed and the rain fell. Out to sea ships were tossed on the foamy swell.

It was such a dark and starless night the child could see that the tree was suffering  from fright.

All around the the winds were shaking up the hills and whipping up the lakes and streams so that they were over flowing their banks and having little spills.

Thunder crashed and lightening lit the skies the child hugged tight the tree and closed her eyes.

Please dear friend, tree, she was heard to say. I shall not let go of you until this ghastly night is through, and this storm is gone away.

Of a sudden the tree was struck by lightening flash, it buckled and bowed and then to the ground it crashed. Sadly flattening beneath it’s weight the tiny child who lovingly had promised to keep it safe.

Darling , darling  tree fear not fear not I am still with thee………..

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