luna declining

To all you lovely people,
Hallowe’en is not far away,
so here’s something small for you to read
before All Hallow’s Day.

Merci for liking,
Merci for joining,
I hope you keep on reading, commenting,
and of course enjoying:
You truly are the best!

j.d.

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Eyes seen in darkness
Scanning
A swish of a tail
A smell of far-off hail
In the air
There
No, there
Maybe…

Echoes howling faraway
A silent silvery back
Glides between shadows
Halting once or twice
Waiting
A shiver, real
tingling
icily
down young spines.

A lone figure standing,
seeing
everything
A glance, flickering
Shadows enveloping
the seven, hiding
Six disbelieving
Waiting in suspense.

Gasping, a whispered shout
Did you see?
Did you see!
A hand cupped hard over a mouth
A fierce whisper
Shut up!
Heartbeats racing
Silver bullets
waiting
for the ancient terror
lingering
In the dark of Night.

The howl so sudden
So close
No!
Shut up!
There!
RUN!

Screams piercing the night
Gunshots exploding
bright flares
in darkness
deeper
louder
Howls and Screams
Growling
too close, too close!
Confusion
Terror
Irrevocable understanding

RUN FOR YOUR LIFE!

I told you! I told you!
I TOLD you it’s there!

Crimson spreading
dripping
the scent intensifying
leaving a trail
Cursing
Crying
Prayers flying
From sputtering, trembling lips
This can’t be –
They’re myths –
They’re just make-believe!

We can’t, we can’t!
We must.
But that’s blood!
That’s real!
That’s a bite!
I don’t care, get inside
Get inside
GET INSIDE!

A scramble,
A struggle
back into the secure cabin
doors slamming
tires screeching
Lights fleeing into the night.

Luna declining
Silver fur gliding
Under old shadows
Into the vast Night
A moment of silence
before dawn, rising
A dim flash reclining
into misty worlds of silence
ancient spells
alive, living
Alone in the dark of Night…

© 2014 threegoodwords

a place called

home.

together, forever
forever ever – forever ever?
sorry ms jackson
he ain’t for real

leavin’ that aside

yeah, drop him girl
kick him to the effin’ curb

Anyway

where was I
here, there
not everywhere
but home, home

home so warm
like that scarf and sweater
you love so much
like hot tea
& some chocolate
eating, drinking
both
together

like that quiet during the rain
remember our fire during the storm
so close, so warm

sitting at the window
and watching the
snow
fall
all
ll
l

so beautiful
intricate
so tiny, shiny
so bright
all made up there in the
heavenly light

and it’s all mine
this space
this place

that’s everywhere
coz home is
where your heart is
and my heart is
where I am
and I am here
right here
right now

and that is
normal and
no extra
just ordinary
nice

threegoodwords©2014

nice day

oh for fuck’s sake.
now what happened
Again?
Are you serious?
You can’t be serious

but I am
I am
I so am

Life says

Again and again and again

and then there’s that moment where you have to
sit back
breathe in and
exhale
ex…
…hale
until you want to

don’t bail

on the floor
crying
after the bills were paid
don’t leave

don’t leave
don’t leave me
please don’t leave

but they didn’t listen
never believed it
thought it was all a joke
all part of the game
thought it was all ok

waving sweetly
have a nice day

and finding out the next day
what happened
what was left behind
the epic loneliness
the devastating pain

waving sweetly
have a nice day

and all that was left
was nothingness
and no more days

so take care
don’t leave
when he’s
when she’s
crying

crying

real tears
no Lacoste in sight
crying
real true salty

tears, man, tears

asking you
kindly
quietly
like a child in the night

don’t leave me
stay
don’t bail on me
don’t go away

just stay with me
until I can cope again
until I can work again
live again
see again
breathe

even if it’s just a minute
an hour
or the 24 of the seven

don’t smile sweetly
and go away

stay a bit
join him, her
join that person
that human
that living, breathing soul
and make that nice day.

threegoodwords©2014

rest in peace

 

I don’t even know what to say. I just don’t.
So I’ll let Robin Williams speak for himself.

Such talent. Such a genius in ad-libbing, riffing, just going with it, taking the whole of it and not just running with it, but making a whole jig out of it, Morris dancers and all. It was wonderful to watch, to witness, and for that I say thank you, dankeschoen and merci.

Robin, you’ll be sorely missed.

 

threegoodwords©2014

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