Tag: Poem

Night Frights

Night Frights 

hear soft whispers from below the bed 
little cackles and hacks, heaves, breathing 
dare to look, down low, where devils go 

searing orange orbs poke out from below 
under bed skirts a horn with nostrils protrudes 
to fear the fangs that hang under that fellow 

rising a cry, and fly, to the door 
to let in the light, raise the alarm, 
there be monsters laying on the floor 

clamor back to start, 
nothing resides but 
bed laid disheveled 

but the eyes seen 
from a being fled 
nothing can be said 

thumping beyond 
walls dark in night 
jeez this is a fright. 

4/1/22 - Andy McRae

Darkened Days Under White Mists

Darkened Days Under White Mists

Underhill, a dark nest broken only
by shyful darkness peering inside
brave against gales beyond doors
pale at tales from lands far removed
from this Dale your crown wears.

pales have fallen across the ways
lands corrupted by darkened days
coming forward from warm nests
unto white mists in a shroud mess
lantern hung before as gone by
watching as all about decays

no dragons to slay
no men to conquer
all castles lay in ruins
just bricks strewn aside
in piles, by pikes, by iron

moving on until unable to see
spirits thicken around in a sea
fog of dead clung on until lost
fallen off the road into a hovel
to discover a grotesque foster
the squabb shrieked lightning
in a roar, bolting for the door

legs sore, from a mighty soar,
mists clinging to the whole
being in debt to time
to retreat to the comfort
of the hole, underhill
home

shadows rising from the mists
figures of stature changing
distortion mind bleeding
eyes cry from sight
they let out a wail horrendous
balling on the ground
begging for them to away

3/19/22 – Andy McRae

Statue to Time

Statue to Time

green, mossy covered stone
dulled grey statue to time
stand alone, yet amongst
the copse of grand trees
a forest forever on the edge
of silence.

to travel under passes
and over ancient bridges
the land then opens upon
a vast visual of brown bark
and green leaf.

seeking out the stone
coming very far from home
only to discover, that
this statue is naught
but rock.

2/15/22 – Andy McRae

Signals

Signals 

Beyond the window lays a peppered darkness 
now past the sun’s day, a land's corruption by 
a lack of color, flowers with the spots of light 
greens and reds, yellows, give speckles of life 
to a night time devoid, and neon writes away 
the fear of loneliness in the dim world void 
of any people, directs one to the warmth, 
a gathering of humanity, a bastion in the dark 
man’s fight against the darkness, against night 
by bringing back some of the lost light. 

2/28/22 - Andy McRae

Charred

Charred 

visions burn, candles lined along a wall 
kneel down before one, and take in it all 
warped waves blur sight, enhance right 
smell the burning, singe of cloth, trails 
open into a world beyond all compare. 

ruins, a building burnt, fallen unto itself 
around is all rubble, not but a few stand 
lone souls to reach out, anchors land 
in but a few breaths, lungs become sand 
fire erupts before the eye, water gone 
all of the souls look upon, a burning hole 
there resides, the remains, a heart scarred 
in the darkness, a character is marred 
slipping into black, burning smell brings back. 

Awaken upon a vision's tail, back into a room 
filled with lit candles, and a scent of char 
realizing this heart has a new scar. 

1/31/22 – Andy McRae

Like Wood Under the Axe

Like Wood Under the Axe 

Amongst the passes high, in mountains reaching for the sky 
boulders line the path, drear storms darken the vast 
open upon the range, a heavy rain 
drench the body, chill the soul 

waylay upon an opening, a cave in which to shelter 
darkness dives deep inside the way, mind craves 
a fire to fight against the cold, the dark and the wet 
but alas, all is stone, in a mountain honed by tremors 

awaiting day, in cold ill lit caves 
the motions begin to take 

earth begins to quake, to shake from the core 
stone splits like wood under the axe, 
it is time to dash from the hole before it closes 
under the side, a slide of a mountain sheared 
by forces primordial, frothing earth dances 

laying disheveled is state, body beaten by a ride 
when the earth, it did erupt, into a smoky sky 
red light blinding, heat blistering the ground 

awaken below, in a bed 
the range is wrought down 
in destruction with a crown 

to sleep for a day 
then on into the night 
never wake until 
the smoke is out of sight. 

1/31/22 – Andy McRae