Posts tagged ‘haunting’

10/04/2013

Revenge of the Spirit Fish

 

They come at night, the spirit fish,

With lanterns through the channel darks,

And ask the shore to give them back

The hooks, disgorgers, floats and line.

 

They make their dolls from wasted casts,

And form the hollow human shapes.

Beneath the overhanging trees

They cough their empty, gaping chants.

 

And somewhere sleeping, dreaming dry,

An angler turns and gasps and chokes.

A mouth drops open, feels the tug

Of barbless bronze and foaming blood.

 

The spirit fish will take their share:

They catch their quota, make things fair.

 

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10/04/2013

Dead Calm

 

We never spoke about the end –

The evening out of light and shade –

But always there the fall of doubts

That soon the shade would take the light.

 

A trace of blood from deep inside,

A simple tap, a twitch then gone.

How quickly life can pass away,

Though sometimes worse: its clinging on.

 

We missed the intervening years:

From silence, back to innocence.

A final flicker in the dark

And that was all that could be done.

 

And sometimes face to face is best,

But never face to face with death.

 

 

26/01/2013

North Norfolk Coast (Walk No. 5)

 

Along the beach by Holkham pines

The ghosts stand watch on buried signs.

You feel them in the northern gales,

You hear them in the needles’ shake.

 

They choke the midnight bark of deer,

They still the hunting tawny owl,

And out before the rising tide

They pull the moon and drag it down.

 

The coast is endless, planet wide,

The sands are drifting, silence swirled.

But there amongst the broken pines

The Holkham ghosts are waiting still.

 

They hang and harm, they smooth and calm,

They break believers and possess.