A True Life Experience

Mid-80’s Summer, hot sun beamed day, Cool mountain breeze, on Putney Mountains peak, Soft whisper of branches waving to me, Little boy of no more than five, The forest calling to me, Enchanting voice filling me with promises, The red apple of delight, The sweet nectar for me to suckle, As it drew me into…

Emerge

Tremble in horror as the waves quake below, Sliding across liquid gold, Tremble in horror as the hollow rings and echos, Sliding across steam filled hold, Tremble in horror as tentacle creature surfaces, Sliding across dark murky mold, Tremble in horror as creature emerges, Sliding across waters, strongly embolden.