Happy Halloween! To help get into the spirit, here are three spooky poems written by yours truly. Below you will find a haunted lighthouse, some creepy crawlers, and of course, zombies. Enjoy and stay scary, my friends!
The echoing haunt
of breaking waves
cringe upon the verge
of this world and the next,
rising to the tower,
white stone bleached
from wind and sea and salt,
into the eye
whose light reaches
where Lost Ones lie
in dripping graves
to fill saddened ears
dwelling upon the loss.
And when Moon staggers in,
wipes her feet upon the mat,
another light is seen
at aberrant angles
from the rocks,
in lamenting figure,
searching for home.
On his skin they crawl;
as he sleeps
they dominate his flesh.
He’s aware of them
in the deep corridors of his dreams,
running the gauntlet of twisted nightmares.
The prickling sensations
penetrate his pores
as tiny legs tickle the hairs.
They scour across his eyes
and loom in the hot moisture
of his snoring mouth.
They find rest upon the soft tongue,
as dew from slumbered breath
settles on shells of black bodies.
When morning comes,
and he rises from the abyss of hellish sleep,
there is no sight of them,
yet he feels the impressions left behind
all the pulsing echoes—
of the skittering across his skin.
FROM CORN TO SEA
the broken slivers of Earth, wilting metal and glass crumbling with shards of the dead–mangled masses returned with withered memories and without reasoning.
abandoned like my dying crop, as they approach, rotting like the livestock.
the desquamated wave, brittle and desiccated, eclipsing the land, pounding pavement into dust, blood-flaked stains all that remain, seeping into every corner–a typhoon forever famished, ready to consume until all safe ground is swept. And so,
from corn to sea.
for days skimming the coast, floating in serenity, my body the vessel, spine forged into a keel, rising upon the crest of life breaking into depths, until awareness pulls me from the sanctuary of dreams, and
the churning, gentle at first, a whisper beneath the waves, softly stirring, and then
the gruesome truth within my mind: the hoard marching onward, risen dead rising, filling the ocean floor, floating closer, hands reaching, jaws snapping, and
searing pain bites my flesh, skin so cold it burns, body still submerged, lapping in a sea-salt froth, scraping the nook of jagged rock, ice-cold shards sticking to my skin.
and my cheeks peel from muscle and muscle shreds from bone.
the ripping screams echo in my ears.
and climb the edge of rock, a stone island off the shore. The horizon, a bone-white beach overflowing with bloated dead flowing into the sea, eroding like edges of the Earth.
click and turn to face a man with shotgun to my head. He quivers in fear, but not of them, of me. And in his reflected eye
the truth of what I’ve become: a hideous thing, pink and peach peeling from blue-gray skin beneath, slimy webbed extremities and bulbous yellowed eyes. But as the man’s skull pops within my multi-hinged maw,
to see beauty. But the air grows too thin for my shrinking lungs, and the new-formed slits in my throat flutter, gurgle, and hiss in thirst. And so,
from corn to sea.
Thanks for reading! If you enjoyed these and would like to explore more of my work, my debut chapbook, Come Fly with Death: Poems Inspired by the Artwork of Zdzislaw Beksinski is available in print and on Kindle.
- Another Light originally published: Phantom Kangaroo, issue no. 9, July 13, 2011.
- The Skittering originally published: The Horror Zine, October 2011.
- From Corn to Sea originally published: Devolution Z Magazine, April 2016.
October 31st, 2017 at 3:21 pm
Oh my gosh that second poem got me! I hate thinking that spiders are crawling in my mouth at night, yuck!
Good poems though!
I’m currently hosting a poetry contest, you might be interested in submitting something
October 31st, 2017 at 7:31 pm
Thanks so much! Looks like the piece had the appropriate effect! 😉
May 7th, 2020 at 9:41 pm
Even though it is May, we are in interesting times and these are beautiful poems that seem quite appropriate at any moment, time, space dimension. The poem “The Skittering” puts me in mind of World Wars of the past and of Dante’s Inferno. “Another Light” puts me in mind of the warrior come home from battle. Surrealism with imaginative formation from great story telling.