“Hello, my dear,” the monster said.
“Who’s this?” she cried.
“Come to me, little one.”
“Hey, that’s creepy!”
“You can be a princess
in the underworld.”
“Ugh! Let go!”
“Love’s more pure beyond the grave.”
(Those hands touch
round her throat.)
here I was
with a pocketknife.
Large plastic torch.
(And holy water
in the crypt.
(Above is a piece from when I had just turned 21.
Partly inspired by old horror movies.)
Hope you are well?
My flu-type illness has improved a lot.
Though the post-viral depression lingers.
At present, I feel unable to write poetry.
Is anyone else spending more time online than usual?
I found the greatest benefit of that, was discovering many interesting new bloggers
(artists, poets, photographers, and writers) in recent weeks.
Some have even visited my site.
It’s so nice to connect with other creative people.
(And, perhaps I am slightly immature, but an unexpected like still gets me excited.)
Comments are always VERY welcome.
for reading. 🙂
(Art on the blog is mine.)
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