Things that go bump in the night

The very talented Latashia Figueroa was kind enough to ask to me and a number of other writers to contribute some entertainments for the dark nights in the run up to Halloween.

You will find my contribution The Screaming here along with some others that go bump on Halloween night.

A Most Beautiful Witch

‘Tis the season for things to go bump in the night…

Richard M. Ankers

She hid in her house of crumbling brick

Afraid of the daylight, it made her quite sick

Afraid of the noisy, the loud and the brash

Preferring the moonlight and nights soothing sash

Caring for nature in ways we would miss

With eyes like the moon, such sweet silvered bliss

Until come one midnight, we call Halloween

She emerged to the darkness thinking unseen

With me at her coatails, enraptured, you see

By most beautiful witch there ever would be

She climbed to a tor and chanted a rhyme

But I was lost to her powers almost all the time

She turned to me glowing in magical light

And held out her hand, but not as to fright

And there in the darkness she took me to be

Her private familiar, as I didn’t flee

Forever and ever, she said, that’s our lot

And wrapped up in darkness two bats…

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Sleepless Nights …

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I’ve a memory
Foam mattress that just
Wants to forget –

But with time your imprint
Just gets deeper and deeper.

© 2015 | Frank Regan, All rights reserved.

Past-tense

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The past is a stranger round here.
The neighbour we no longer speak to.
It’s not the tiger in the room
Because it’s not being ignored
It’s just lacking the teeth to bite us.

© 2015 | Frank Regan, All rights reserved.

Chill

Chill comes the night
That creeps in autumn’s shadow.
First frost, as gentle as a kiss,
Covers the land in stardust icing.
While in the bitter dawn a weakling sun
Sheds light on a frigid world left weeping.

© 2015 | Frank Regan, All rights reserved.

Inspiration For The Idle

I used to have heroes,
Idols to provide inspiration.
Black and white beacons bursting forth
In triumphant celebratory technicolour
Fireworks. And words of wisdom

Tripping from acid tongues, trailing
Sadness wherever they went.
Not the laughter and joy they peddled
All their lives, just a performance.
Now my heroes haunt me.

© 2015 | Frank Regan, All rights reserved.

Bad Decisions

Bad decisions are best,
Where would I be
Without them all.
I shout loudly in praise
Of every single bad decision,
That has led me to be lying here alone
With you.

© 2015 | Frank Regan, All rights reserved.

Whoosh

Deadline whoosh

Living or Dead

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This author is a work of fiction.
Any resemblance to a functional, grown-up, human being is purely coincidental.

© 2015 | Frank Regan, All rights reserved.