(Also included is our second guest poet of the sequence, my good friend Gray Nicholls who asked me a few questions about what will be happening in future pieces of Ghost Story III, and who has second guessed me nicely considering all I said to him was the poem is in the middle of a Great War and produced two pieces, of which is this is the first (second will follow later). More of Gray's poems can be read here - http://writeoutloud.net/profiles/graynicholls)
Part VII
It first started with
small animals
Maybe the odd
squirrel
Or a Fox that was
stupid enough
To wander towards it
Thinking it was a cat
It could kill
Then eventually cats
itself
Kittens at first
Each kill barely
feeding it’s hunger
Each kill barely
feeding it’s yearning
Corrugated into its
heart
Articulate in its
intelligence
In the moonlight
Stepping out of the
shadows
Whether by the
undercroft
Or near the village
At the tip of the
coach station,
Animal like knowing
that
There was nothing
That they could do
To stop themselves
Even with death.
Part XII (B)
Amending her guilt
Michelle full well knew
What the legend
Of the light bringer was,
And the last time
A being of such power
Did to the world
Sequining fireflies
Over hills
Like swallows
Elephants into
Suicide bombers
Of incredible powers
Trees into
Buddhism temples
And fused oronments
Into living beings
‘I don’t understand’
Andy said confused.
‘It’s just a very old term
her people use
for bravery’
Michelle answered
Avoiding Ghana’s look.
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