Part XXV

(Only 5 more poems to go. Part XXV is Andy pinned down by the sniper)

XXV

Treading the boards

In a subtle tease

Slicing the truth

Chained to the ground

Her words tangled

Around my thoughts

In wind chimes

Gleaming between

The sunset

And the edge

Of that platform

Snapping bullets

Around me

Like an invisible wall

Jolting a distraction

Equivocatory  allowing me

To keep ducking and diving

Between bullets.

Part XXIV

(Part XXIV is a poem of trust between Andy and Michelle
moving further and further into the end game coming soon) 

Just trust me

Her words followed me

Out of the newsagent

Just trust me

With cold black eyebrows

Drifiting in and out

Of the shadows

Just trust me

And let me draw his fire

Let me draw his fire

While you sneak in

Behind him

‘even I can see

that’s a plan

out of Scooby Do’

I said.

‘I’ll probably get shot

before I am even

halfway across

the platform’

How I didn’t even know

To this day.

Part XXIII and Guest Poet 16 - Meshach R. Brencher - Kiss the knife -

(Part XXIII covers another conversation between Michelle and
Andy moving slowly and slowly towards the end game.

Our 16th guest poet is our returning friend, Meschach R Brencher
from with the second of two poems)

Biting at my ankles

Edged membrane grey

Cluttering across your

Every word,

Smouldering

Before snapping shut

Streetlight yellow

‘You have no choice

Andy’

Spooned into my emotions

‘All hell is breaking loose’

‘I don’t understand you’

thread inside out

‘This is just the beginning of the end’

Inbetween bullets

Riding up and down

The corridors

Inbetween seams of dust

Contradicting itself

Worse than memory. 

Meshach R. Brencher

Kiss the knife

That bleeds your soul

Dark vines have a sharp touch

Water running down

From the river

I sink underneath

The sail ship dancing figures around

Where I cross the harbour

While the horizon floats me in vain

Among cold feelings

Where my destination has no arrival

Entangled in heavy vessels I cannot escape

Forgotten like the ship anchors

The pier watching sunset

As I close my eyes shut

Darkness the only requiem

As the light has no purpose

To see what cuts deeply in me

Is so far away

Transparent and loathing

For eternal twilight

Sucked away by the wind

I cannot feel you

But your spirit will never leave me

Part XXII and Guest Poet 15 - Meshach R. Brencher - Dark Matter

(Part XXII moving straight on is a conversation
just before the action begins between Andy (the
narrator) and Michelle (Ghost))

(Guest Poet 15 is a young poet I have known
for a few years called Meshach R Brencher
who delivers the first of two very clever poems
which although not in Ghost Story II are very
worthy pieces in their own right)

(More of his work can be heard here and here
or read here)

XXII

Bearing the weight of the killings

Something unseen left

Wet marks on glass

Screwed up across soaked

Wrapping paper

And burst fountain pens

Scratched across the magazines

She said

Tumbling all around her

Cradling her fears

Enfolded across

An ocean of assumptions

tellingthe reporters

trapped in no-mans land

before I picked her up

sailing around a argument

littered with rhetorical rockets

and voices which she was sure

she said more than once

hurry up before more are killed

more are killed. 

Meshach R. Brencher

Dark matter

Shields translucent energy

The surface has nowhere to gravitate

Unquenched lips

Hungry with no purpose

Plunge into liquid that soon evaporates

Into thin air

The vacuum shift terminated

By application of a voltage

Malfunctioning the process to

Extinguish the flames

Not being present to be aware

Of a deficient state

Failure to attend to

What was expected

A moment that passes you by

Without witnessing a creature

Cradled in a sleepy state

While being investigated about its

Disappearance

With broad coverage on so many stories

Never told which don’t ever see

The light of day

Part XXI

(9 Poems to go and there is still so much to discover
including things to discover for myself.

Part XXI is again from the eyes of the killer)

XXI

Smoking buttons

Hectic in broken gasps

Calculating in incidental music

Stealing past his nerves,

Master-like with his rifle

Hardly moving

Through her valley of abuse

That still laced his ears

Driving faster and faster

Until he pulled in

Drawing aside that door

That led onto the roof

Startling himself

With each shot fired

Looking for her love

With each hit scored

Leaving the artist behind

In a matter of moments. 

Part XX and Guest Poet 14 - Martin Elder - Once Upon a time

(Part XX already. Phew.. Part XX covers our old friend the cleaner
who like the police inspector from Part XIX knows more than he 
also reveals)

(Our 14th guest poet is a gentleman I know from Write Out Loud
Stockport (A open mike night I regularly attend called Martin Elder.
A great bloke with a even better sense of humor. With this poem doesnt'
display his humour, this is a powerful skillful poem which I hope you
all will like also)

XX

Hidden out of sight

Peering across the tracks

Opening up his bucket

Like an umbrella

Broken into a concave shape

Mopped into silence,

He saw first the killer

Then me

Descending slowly

Like falling leaves

Over the platform

Clustering at the edge

Shining nerves

Passing the barrier

Not releasing

It was designed

To keep everybody out,

Separated only

To the point of rescue. 




Once upon a time (Martin Elder)

Once upon a time
There was you and there was me
Lost forever
In a place we called home
We would pretend
It was ours
The big house
Where others lived
But we could declare
To nobody else
It was ours
I was King and you were Queen
Like all good children
Heard but never seen

We ruled in our very own
Palace
It was our
Stately chalice
The holy grail of
Our life together
Forever young, carefree
Summers hot
Winters cold
Toasting by a fire
How we danced
So very bold
By day and by night
Until that day
A dance to close
Your dress caught
Alight
Two souls trapped
In a place
That turned from palace
To prison
overnight
Never allowed to grow up
We did not know the difference
Between dark and light

The smell of burning still
Remained
Our skin a pale white
Charred and blackened wood
Escape seemed impossible
The burning, smouldering flesh
Tormenting

A hundred years or more later
We walked danced and ran
Down corridors
Through walls and doors
Only ever seen by cats and dogs
And an occasional brave child
Confronted with the tired eyes
And flesh ridden sores

But now the house is gone
Knocked down
And turned to grass
With only a plaque to remind
Of the fateful day

And so we are free
At last
You and me
To become sprites of the day
Dancing across field and hedge
Free to wander and to find
Our own way
Far, far away

Part XIX and Guest Poet 13 - Hazel Connolly - Ghost II

(Moving on Part 19 - this piece tells the story
from the eyes of the Police Inspector who as you will
discover knows more than he reveals to the reporter.

Also is our latest Guest Poet, the 13th one is a lovely
lady called Hazel Connolly who has submitted a sequel
poem to the one she wrote last year herself. That itself
can be read here and more of her work can also be read
here)

Swollen with nerves

Scaled around the outskirts

Of what he had just reported

The police inspector

Spent the next 10 minutes

After his interview with the press

Panting with breath,

Fathomless in his guilt

Covered in a paused sweat

Lighting cigarette after cigarette

Like a stale perfume

Fragile in increasing nerves

Out wearied across the stars

Until a colleague joined him saying

‘Did they buy it, sir?

To which he answered

'I know I wouldn't.'

Ghost II (Hazel Connolly)

When I returned to the crossroads

To meet this raven haired ghost,

Lost in thoughts

I stared at the madness

Lurking in the darkness before daylight

All around the shadows gather.

Then, your ruby red lips

Brushed against my cheek

In a strange haze of shock

I call your name..

Again you are gone.

A cascade of tears

Falls down my face

You came and taunted..

I only wanted to say goodbye.

While deaths shadows

Loom over me

I’m drowning in sadness

My broken heart crying

While searching dark

Shadows in the night

I know now,

You are a child of the moon