To be continued...
The audio for this years work can be heard here
Health permitting, Ghost Story IV shall follow next year.
Not even began to think about next year's yet so can't really reveal anything
but it will be all out war I can say now
The blog shall be here
Ghost Story III (Napowrimo 2016)
Monday, 2 May 2016
Saturday, 30 April 2016
Part XXX (Part A and B)
(The End..)
‘Neither was I,
'When are those bastards due to arrive?'
'Tuesday night'
'Gives us time to prepare then'
looking at the poster on the side of the bus.
To be continued..
(A)
Ribbed in a broken
Red sunset
The man in black
Stood there
Lost in thought
For a good ten minutes
arriving after only
Brooks was left
arriving after only
Brooks was left
Before Brooks spoke
‘Well, I wasn’t expecting that;
He snorted
Reaching for a cig
‘Neither was I,
I thought he would
Have killed him for sure’
‘Instead he bought us more time’
The Man in Black
Pulled up his collar
‘And you believe that?’
'Mandrake arrived 15 minutes ago' ’
Brooks swore.
(B)
Carried across the wind
His coat blew up in the air
For five minutes
After he left the train
Covering the slight fog
Dangling on the platform
Like a blanket
Choking the life of somebody,
Before placing his sunglasses
Back on slowly
Leaving the two young inspectors
Shaking for a good ten minutes after,
Carrying on all the way to the gardens
Past people pushing their way
All the way up to the station
Like they were in a rush to leave
Where his friend eventually
Spotted him stood outside a coffee shop
Flicking through his mobile
With a strained frustration
‘Mandrake’ He said
to which Mandrake smiled wordlessly
his feeth flashing whitely in the sun
like they were fangs. 'When are those bastards due to arrive?'
'Tuesday night'
'Gives us time to prepare then'
looking at the poster on the side of the bus.
To be continued..
Friday, 29 April 2016
Part XXIX A and B
(Nearly there - two more pieces leading to the end with the last I am expecting of my guest poems this year, the lovely Siofra Martin from Ireland. Enjoy)
***
(A)
Lucas stood there motionless
For a few seconds
Afterwards
Catching his breath
In a bass led heartbeating panic
Coma white in a chain led frenzy
Without a clue
Where he was
And dust dragging off his paws,
Sniffing his air in a vain attempt
To get his baring
Away from the light
Burning on his back
And fur half torn
All over his ears
Not to mention talons
All over the way back
‘What the hell did you do?’
he heard the words
following him all the way
back to the tunnel
and into the arms
of his people
barely aware of
what had just happened
and even less
of the deaths
he had caused
through no fault of his own.
(B)
‘What the hell did you just do?’
Michelle said stunned
Her fingers shaking
In murmured echoes.
‘I gave him peace’
Andy said in a tone
He didn’t regnoise
Cast out with a purpose,
‘He had been poisoned,
I cast it out’
Michelle looked at him
White-faced
‘How the hell did you do that?’
‘I don’t know’
He collapsed.***
I know you
aren’t in front of me.
I know you
aren’t in front of me.
No,
Don’t protest,
I can see you sitting there
Head
slightly tilted,
Glazed-eyed
stare
Occasional
grunts telling me to go on,
But body
language screaming,
Are you
nearly done?!?
Am I just
boring..?
No..
Is there something wrong?
I’m starting
to worry
There’s so
much of you gone.
Where is
your sparkle?
Your fire’s
gone out
I miss your
laughter
I hate your
self-doubt
Your colours
have faded
To all over
grey,
You blend
into back grounds
And have
little to say
I’m not the
only one who’s noticed a difference in you
How your
smile’s now rarer than the rarest of jewels
How you’re slowly
confirming what we all feared we knew
How you’re
slowly retreating from those you love most
How little
by little you’re becoming a ghost.
@ Siofra Martin
Thursday, 28 April 2016
Part XXVIII A & B & Andrew Smith - Movement in the Dark III
(On the day of my birthday actually - here are two of my favouite pieces so far following directly on from the last piece with a third piece from my Brighton friend Andrew Paul Smith - Movement in the Dark III)
A
Coughing in the sunset
the sudden burst of light
fused the lights
for almost two minutes
throwing everybody
in the area
to the ground
like they had been Rugby tackled
breaking windows
shortening engines of
passing buses and cars
freezing the village
for a good few seconds
before vanishing
like a magician's trick
and leaving two
what could be men
stood there in shock
while the world
shivered around them.
B
A
Coughing in the sunset
the sudden burst of light
fused the lights
for almost two minutes
throwing everybody
in the area
to the ground
like they had been Rugby tackled
breaking windows
shortening engines of
passing buses and cars
freezing the village
for a good few seconds
before vanishing
like a magician's trick
and leaving two
what could be men
stood there in shock
while the world
shivered around them.
B
Standing
nearly in the light
They were
thrown backwards
Some of
them sliced
Almost in
half
By the
exploision
Like
molten ice melting,
Forging
their hatred
Into
steel
Before
splitting
Some into
dust,
Some into
the river
Never to
be seen again
And the
one
That
escaped
Into a
taunt line
Disappearing
into
The
nearby tunnel
Crying in
broken agony.
****
****
Movement in the Dark III
I tried to move with slight and ease
Not wanting to disturb a thing
Every muscle wanted nothing more than to seize,
Grazes covered in slime starting to sting
I had no sense of time or direction in here
Just my heart beating its impending sound of doom
And as the scraping sounds emerged once more something was
suddenly clear,
This nightmare was sure to conclude very, very soon.
It came with a speed far beyond that of man
My throat squeezed between elongated fingers and curved nails.
But my found resolve, I knew, would force me to fight back
as best I can
My heavier weight lifting it up despite protesting squeaks
and wails.
Desperation and anger found strength now unbound
As I flung this man-rodent against the tunnel wall
The crunch of bone and split of sinew a resonating sound
And then nothing, for what seemed an eternity, nothing at
all.
I waited a long moment, resigned to swift resolution from
the nest
But it seemed as if I was singled out by only one
And so I didn’t wait around to theorise this test
I had to act now, gather evidence and so for this to be done
The body was dead and broken, but easy enough to drag
so I pulled with all my reserve and might
As the bodies of my colleagues dimly came into view my legs
starts to sag
And I thought ‘what would everyone make of this grisly
sight?!’
At least I had the proof of slaughter
The beast with my friends' flesh between its maw
At least the police should most definitely give me quarter
Along with the statement of events I saw
As I started up the ladder, the light seemed so bright,
almost painful like a burn
The sounds from above so loud against strangely pointed ears
And my teeth! Growing sharp and long, and the thirst...for
what was this I seemed to yearn?
The thought of the public suddenly greater than all of my
past fears
I found myself sniffing the air, tasting a scent, my now
stretched nails curving around
Now I understood, from a clawing graze, this undiscovered
race, one for one, in this sewer
My fate now forever bound.
Wednesday, 27 April 2016
Part XXVII (Part A and B)
(Two pieces today - Part A focuses on Andy moving slowly towards Lucas and a very short Part B talking about Hope)
Part A
stood there in shock
underneath a street light
Andy stepped a few inches forward
with the breeze roaring
in his ears,
spilling over Michelle's words
almost unhearable
inverted in a different dimmeson
'It's okay, I'm not here
to hurt you'
redifing emotions
rather than words
airy silence
rather than loudness
light merging
with the darkness
cleansing each other
almost by magic.
(B)
Surrounderd in chaos
Ghana looked at Brooks
'What's he doing?'
Brooks said
his words sounding almost
like a sky burial
'Hope;
she answered simply
'Hope'
Part A
stood there in shock
underneath a street light
Andy stepped a few inches forward
with the breeze roaring
in his ears,
spilling over Michelle's words
almost unhearable
inverted in a different dimmeson
'It's okay, I'm not here
to hurt you'
redifing emotions
rather than words
airy silence
rather than loudness
light merging
with the darkness
cleansing each other
almost by magic.
(B)
Surrounderd in chaos
Ghana looked at Brooks
'What's he doing?'
Brooks said
his words sounding almost
like a sky burial
'Hope;
she answered simply
'Hope'
Tuesday, 26 April 2016
Part XXVI
(Part 26 focuses again on Andy coming to a relisation)
'Can't you see' Andy carried on
his own fear caked
stretching across the distance
until Lucas froze
'Somebody's poisoned him
tainted him'
replacing terror
with pearls
exploding in imaginary
bombs
'He's murdered literally
dozens of your people'
Ghana said
rolling backwards
into the distance
swolled in crevics
staying separate in the distance.
'But it's not him'
Andy stepped towards him
'It's not him'
with Michelle's screams
following him further.
Monday, 25 April 2016
Chapter XXV
(Following straight on, it is all a question of breeding, Ghana explains)
XXV
‘He’s not
bred for that’
Ghana
said
Cracking
the tension
Up to ten
Spitting
words
Through
inrrevisble
Laced
sadness
‘His kind
are not murders’
Subsumed
in knowledge
‘then
what the fuck has happened’
Andy
answered.
‘he’s
been poisoned’
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