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Where Shapes Wait by Ed Nobody
Where Shapes Wait Ed Nobody In the permanight of space a shape blinks. Not a sun , no, not a star. Something stinks out there, Hiding in cold flesh, Residents of airless breath, all skeleton and spine, Monsters that chew … Continue reading
Stalker by Ed Blundell
Stalker Ed Blundell The sky is dark as midnight dreams, The blank, bleak emptiness till dawn, The moon, thin silver scimitar, Slices the clouds that skim the night. That night is listening, still with fear, Frozen and tense with silent … Continue reading
Sailing by Ed Blundell
Sailing Ed Blundell The sky clear blue, the sun shone bright, Their holiday was at its height, She, smiling said to him,” Let’s take A sailing boat out on the lake.” He liked the thought and straight away, They hired … Continue reading
Raven by Ed Blundell
Raven Ed Blundell He rode to battle, armour bright, He was a proud and cruel knight. They passed a raven in a tree, “That is an evil sign.” said he. “Shoot the black raven, kill the bird.” And one of … Continue reading
Nightscape by Ed Blundell
Nightscape Ed Blundell I’d walked there many, many times But never in the dark of night, Black clouds dodging the ghost white moon, Bright and glaring in deep, stark skies, Strange light changing the place I knew Into eerie, alien … Continue reading
Crossing the Moor by Ed Blundell
Crossing the Moor Ed Blundell A narrow, one track Roman road, Stretches across the sky wide moor, Invasive grass intrudes the sides, A route from somewhere to nowhere. Late last summer, purple heather Spiced and scented the evening air. Now, … Continue reading
Sadko by Edward Ahern
Sadko Edward Ahern This is a retelling of “Sadko” from Old Peter’s Russian Tales by Arthur Ransome, printed in the U.S. in the 1800’s. In the old days in Novgorod there was a boy named Sadko, strong, blue eyed and … Continue reading
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Little and Clever by Ed Ahern
Little and Clever (A blending of Thumbling and The Robber Bridegroom from Grimm) Ed Ahern Once, really long ago, a farmer and his wife wanted to have a child. But no matter how they tried they remained childless. “A child, … Continue reading
Let Sleeping Fear Lie by Ed Blundell
Let Sleeping Fear Lie Ed Blundell Sunset snarls like a scornful sneer Across the bleeding horizon. The day dies badly, night descends, Like a blunt axe hacking the land. Black things of darkness slither out, Slimy sliding into sad dreams. … Continue reading
Surprise by Ed Blundell
Surprise Ed Blundell A whirl of wind whips up dead leaves, A bright, white moon hangs in the sky, Indifferent stars shine silver. She walks alone across the park, Along the dark and twisting path, Gazing about her nervously. There … Continue reading
Something by Ed Blundell
Something Ed Blundell There is a silence in the night, A quiet deeper than a sound, A hush that screams a warning note That something evil is around. The wild wind drops, the clouds slip by, Tall frozen trees stand … Continue reading
Shrik by Ed Blundell
Shrik Ed Blundell A shriek of nature rends my soul, The sky a blood red, empty well, I fall through time, I spin in space, My face contorts, my body bends, Out of shape I twist and struggle, Trying to … Continue reading
Hunted by Ed Blundell
Hunted Ed Blundell The night falls slowly, dusky shroud, Dark shadows creep across the land, A stillness hangs upon the air, A silence sinister and chill, The creatures of the night appear. She waits, alone, beneath the stars, The silver … Continue reading
Why the Sea is Salt as retold by Edward Ahern
Why the Sea is Salt retold by Edward Ahern This is a retelling of and homage to “Why The Sea Is Salt”, from the 1904 book, Popular Tales From the Norse by George Webbe Dasent. The language is modern but … Continue reading
Baba Yaga retold by Ed Ahern
This is a substantial retelling of a tale from an undated book printed in the 1800’s, “Old Peter’s Russian Tales” by Arthur Ransome Baba Yaga As retold by Ed Ahern Baba Yaga is a witch with iron teeth like poker … Continue reading
The Adventures of Rabbit as retold by Ed Ahern
The Adventures of Rabbit retold by Ed Ahern This is a retelling of a folk tale recorded by Charles Leland in The Algonquin Legends of New England , published in 1884. Of the old times. Some indian tribes called him … Continue reading
Wooing Wohpe – a retelling of an Oglala Sioux myth by Ed Ahern
Wooing Wohpe* As retold by Ed Ahern In the old time, the Oglala Sioux spent the warm seasons scattered and wandering. But once The Moon That Makes the Leaves Yellow came, they traveled to a sheltered valley where they camped … Continue reading
The Knights of Night by Ed Blundell
The Knights of Night Ed Blundell Beneath the Cornish blue, grey sea, The bells of Lyonesse swing free, Rocked in the bosom of the deep, The knights of Lyonesse still sleep. On a summer night when the wind was still, … Continue reading
Rite to Know by Ed Blundel
Rite to Know Ed Blundell A half remembered reality of something that was before, Haunts me with shadowed fragments locked behind Time’s door. A misted, dim reflection in memory’s cracked mirror face, Taunts me by almost showing that distant, different … Continue reading
Sacrifice by Ed Blundell
Sacrifice Ed Blundell She was so young and beautiful So gentle and so sweet. They bound her tightly to the stake And tied her hands and feet. They left her on the mountain side, Knowing what would befall. They would … Continue reading
The Curse by Ed Blundell
The Curse Ed Blundell Four thousand years had melted by, Since that ancient time before, Four thousand years had passed since last, They had sealed the tomb’s stone door. Carved guardians watched in silence, As the centuries unfurled, And other … Continue reading
Blood Birth by Ed Blundell
Blood Birth Ed Blundell We stand on the bare, windswept moorside, In the circle of standing stones, Where the priests are chanting the ancient rhymes, And the cold cuts into our bones. We are deep in the bleak, dark midwinter, … Continue reading