Now accepting contributions for Edition 16 of the Worktown Words ezine curated by Tracey Kane on the theme of 'Beginnings'. Please send your submissions by mid-day on Friday 5th February to info@worktownwords.uk

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Saw your request so here’s my contribution if you would accept it.
Thanks

The breath on my neck ,
Sweet perfume consumes
Intoxication of elegant fumes,
That anaesthetise the bloody soul,
That reaches to find ether to hold

Your eyes like coals
Dark and deep to make me weep
To turn my wrist
To shake my fist
At sickness that inside me grips.

Your pale calm beauty
Now gentle eyes, your soft warm skin
Your welcome sighs.
Two lovers in the dark entwined
Each crease in flesh , each well known line.

The soft warm
hand of endless time ,
Creates a map in each ones mind
Of nights gone by,but now the signs,
Are lost in Misty memory
Are lost in Mist
Are lost

Sorry Pete, this was an old post, I should have updated it. The current topic, which ends today at noon, is Hiding Places and next month's topic which starts from noon today is 'Ghost'.

Ok thanks , no problem .
Here’s one for ghosts !


Ghosts in the room they sit on my bed
They swirl in the dark and enter my head
They stir up the memories of life gone before
They float to the ceiling and crash through the floor

They wake me up in the dead of night
And make me scream stiff with fright
wake up with sweat that soaks my back
Or cold as ice that splits and cracks

I breathe them in a spit them out
They make choke and writhe and shout
Please take them rip them from my mind
Remove them from my brain and spine

Gripped with fear I cannot move
Pinned down now by Satan’s hooves
Hope dawn will come and free the night
With sweet sweet air and rays of light.

To wash the world and clean the air
To feel the breeze flow up the stairs
To let my feet sink in the sand
By warm blue seas in foreign lands.

Let’s hope when night it comes again
It’s laced with scent , and warmth and friends
That hold me safe and hold me still
From demons who are intent on kill

And in mad shadows ,temper dreams
To steer them from those splitting seams
So I can rest in deep sweet sleep
My secret council let me keep

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I wish life was really a book

Can I read What will happen next?

What will I gain and what heart will I lose?

When will you get some happiness, when will your heart cry?

I wish life was really a book,

I can tear those moments

who made me cry..

Adding a few pages whose memories have made me laugh...

Lost and how much is found?

how much could he calculate

I wish life was really a book,

Stolen eyes from time and goes back..

re-embellishing the broken dreams with aspirations

For a moment I also smiled,

I wish life was really a book.