Dance Of The Damned


At last the party is over.

Friends and family are gone,

long gone in some cases,

though with us in spirit

earlier.

Now I’m the only one left

still dancing

all alone

until

the ravens came to join me

bringing with them more guests,

not only the souls of the dead

but the souls of those

we had taken care to exclude.

They’re with me now,

the souls of the damned

ready to join in the dance.

And they won’t let me leave.



https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0HKGZLG39?fbclid=IwY2xjawUfO1lwZG9mAWV4dG4DYWVtAjEwAHNydGMGYXBwX2lkEDIyMjAzOTE3ODgyMDA4OTIAAR4gR7L9D9Vuc6xAXF1frh7kcXTzbd14iB288tg_55jJRdu-EVRVXZgXit8zCg_aem_eI10l18r4zRP8m1iraFIBg

Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

Image
  Walled Up They usually left something behind, the builders who finished the job, something hidden in the walls something that had been part of their life a mark made a bottle from a lunchtime brew a crusty remnant of a meal   consumed or something more poignant that would protect the house that would protect their work bring luck to those following. Old shoes were popular especially children’s because the spirits of children were stronger though any shoe would do at a pinch. But this builder needed his, he had none to spare now his work was done. So he left behind his glove the one that he’d worn to protect his hand from the rough. A hand shoe, as good as a foot shoe he must have thought. He knew that tools were popular leavings but he had none to spare now his work was done his tools were for sale. So he left behind screws two screws two new screws. He thought it an appropriate leaving for one who had been well and truly screwed. He hoped that those who came after would und...
Read more
Image
  Photo Opportunity I watched the man crossing the path underneath the cascade of the waterfall. It had been part of the route wine was carried from the high lands, to be sold on the coast. Back in the old days, that was. But the old days weren’t very long ago. He seemed confident as he placed a foot carefully in each of the footholds hacked into the precipitous rock face. He gripped the thick metal hawser attached to the rock with strong metal rings. Gripped it firmly and proceeded slowly one step at a time. I had a camera and I thought that it was a picture he would like to have when he was dry and safe back on terra firma. Then I thought, suppose he falls, falls into the waves, to be smashed against the rocks far below. I didn’t want to have such a picture, a picture of someone’s last moments and I thought, to take it may jinx his journey and even cause him to fall. So I never took the picture. But it made no difference. The man fell anyway. https://coldrambler.blogspot.com/2024...
Read more
Image
  Again And Again Never again the holocaust of Jews, of Slavs,   of dissenters, of the mixed   or mismatched ethnicity. Gassed starved  beaten enslaved dying. Never again the swarms of refugees  left behind fleeing dying pleading  to be let in anywhere dying unwanted. Never again. That’s what they said then. But then in Asia in Africa in the Middle East in south America it happened  again. And now in Gaza it’s happening   again. Again and again and again. https://visiblemagazine.com/again-and-again/
Read more