Gratitude Haiku #2
Amber leaves crumble, Cool breezes clouds floating by, Crisp edges changing. -M.E. InkOwl
Amber leaves crumble, Cool breezes clouds floating by, Crisp edges changing. -M.E. InkOwl
It was one of those nights on cemetery lane that made you feel electric with energy and somber with thought all at the same time. The air was crisp, dead leaves scattered as they ran underfoot and glided overhead, filling the night with noise. The moon was full and luminous casting an eerie light on the … More Sinister Countdown- Into the Yew Wood
The rains have subsided now. In the heavens clouds break apart revealing a deep azure sky. My eyes reflect azure as rough hands rip me from my garden. Down the main street with hands bound in thick iron cuffs I stride. To either side of me a faceless community watches. “Curse thee, wicked woman!” Cries a broken hag. Her teeth crooked … More Sinister Countdown-Caught
Let the blight and rot come forth, Beneath this Yew Wood deep. We bring forth a pestilence and plague, With our hands so keen. For now as we gather strength, Our quarry rears it’s head. Cover them with torment unending, as the sickness seeps in deep. For we will prevail in our dark pursuits, We … More Sinister Countdown- Carmine Octavo
Bells tolled in the twilight their cracked and aged mounting protesting with shrieks unheard above the clamoring din. “Hurry child they won’t be long! You’ve got to flee from this home!” Aunt Harriett’s face was flushed with panic as she pulled Cher’s from the icebox and wrapped a warm loaf into Meredith’s bag. “But Aunt, … More Sinister Countdown- Witch Daughter’s Flight
Dance around these stones quite gray, Call upon the end of day. Bury deep the light sublime, To grow back our tenacious vine. Black on black our souls do wear, Tangled about with lively hair. Laughter bursts to draw saints in, Down wicked steps and paths of sin. Now it’s time for our mischievous fun, … More Sinister Countdown: The Witch’s Thumb
“Careful there, young master!” Crooned a voice issuing from a throat harsh with age. The very air shivered at the sound. Martin shook sandy blond curls from an apple-cheeked face as he stopped on the muddy lane. The young boy turned around, looking back down the rain-soaked pathway. There, limping between wagon ruts that ran deep … More Sinister Countdown- Grandmother Agnes
Chip, crack, crash. We break the ice, jagged and clear. Washing our hands from blood through the years. Chip, crack, crash. Our work here will never be done. Eternal frost and broken bones. Chip, crack, crash. We are buried beneath an unending load. Backs bent, skin slick with sweat and liquid ice. Chip, crack, crash. … More Sinister Countdown- Chip, Crack, Crash
I stand here before the looking glass still, Feet upon the window sill. Fingers so cold run down my spine, Drawing through veil from places divine. Alone I’m not, looking at the streets below, My room behind filled with an unearthly glow. Voices echo and fill me head, As I push against glass with rising … More Sinister Countdown: Ghost in the Pane
Upon wafting breeze, Where prismatic fragrance lies, Taste golden secrets. -M.E. InkOwl