Remember It was all patriotic For King and country Ringing in their ears They were prepared Until the day came and the rains fell, mud caked, cold bit and the gas choked Whistles blew for them to climb, breach the trench walls and blood began to flow As they felt the thousands of metal shards speeding by, slicing, piercing; killing …
I’m sure you don’t need me to tell you how brilliant Mr Ryan is but… I’m gonna. He’s Brill, so much so that when I read this my first thought was EAP and The Raven. So with Marks permission check it out !!!
There, can you hear it?
A relentless tapping.
Incessant as the dark which captures the night.
It comes and never leaves. Beating out the marrow of my bones.
Do not shake your head in disbelief, it’s a nightmare for which I seek relief.
Hello, it’s me here the fluttering reminder?
You inside me, what is that sound.
It’s breaking my will and senses down.
I’m the little bird that was on your windowpane.
I came inside when you opened that vein.
And now you tap inside my skull all day?
I’m here yes, and happy to say;
better me than the moths and ghosts.
Who’d nibble at your heart like toast.
If I move to the light, will you follow?
I told you once, your head is not hollow; you know that I am here to stay.
For how long?
Well, I couldn’t say.
I hope my fluttering would lodge…
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As clouds roll o’er hills Autumnal cool Turns to Winter cold Grey blue skies Turn grey black Soon the rains will come And the snow will fall Children will play and Parents will be dismayed And the poet will be content to write For winter is upon us Copyright © JRFC October 2018 …
It's happened again, my second nomination for the Sunshine Blogger Award. What do you say to something like this. Well... Thank you, thank you for reading my blog 'What Amber Thinks' and not only do I hope you stick around to read more I wish you every success with yours.
This could be interesting !! Go on have a try.
It’s Free Thought Thursday and the prompt is WICKED.
This is the last prompt for October’s theme FEAR. On Monday we will be announcing November’s theme.
We look forward to reading your responses.
Check out these bad boys (and girl, titter) !!
Our Free Thought Thursday writing prompt this week was Haunted. Every week we will share the top three responses to our prompt; taken from WordPress and Facebook. Enjoy!
Haunted by her gaze
As blood dripped from a fanged smile
He was lost to her
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He haunts my dreams
Without warning he’s there!
I’m all alone
I know this place
But obscurity blurs my vision
Along with the damp, foggy night
I walk toward an old roundabout
It’s on the edge of a field
Just a small play area
It’s part of a childhood
Where friends played
On innocent afternoons
With bicycles parked on the hard concrete
But it’s cold and wet
Lamp light struggles in the gloom
And I look as it begins to turn
It’s him, he’s coming
It’s him, he’s nearby
It’s him, he’s so close
An ominous shadow
Eerily shimmering in the dark light
And I freeze in the sound of his voice
He bawls incomprehensively
A noise that sends terror
Through my being, in fear
Of his next action
That never comes
Just the noise and the threat
I want to…
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Once upon a time there was a Mush that lived on a hill who needed to do something with his life. He failed at school, quit college and was about to jump off a pier when a wise old man called out; ‘Hey Mush, come work for me and be my apprentice!’ And for the …