Showing posts with label Poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Poetry. Show all posts

Wednesday, 18 April 2018

A Death To Remember...


                               





The decomposing mouth of the demon creature, drops open.
It’s long, rough tongue, flicks out as he licks his crusted, bleeding lips.

A rage induced slime spews from its mouth, dribbles, gel-like over stinking teeth, which spill onto a pointed chin.

Standing tall, he smiles at her distress, he loves it...
Fear, emanates from his delightful captive.

Doesn’t she know, doesn't she get it... fear makes her more alluring?
Her screams convince him, she’s going to die.

He wants her tears, he has to see her weep; he needs to feel her squirm.
The end is almost here...

Around her slender throat he applies claw like, deep, consistent pressure.

From his pure evil practice, he knows that in the end...
She’ll drift off to never-never-land.

But not before he slams open his own misshapen, monstrous eyes,
which permit her to see her own mirror image, as she dies …


MJ Ewen 



Sunday, 12 May 2013

Thoughts from near and far...


I have many thoughts; they all safely ramble, and are contained securely within my head-space. Occasionally they are connected to my heart beat and this makes them super-thoughts...

It’s been a little while since my last visit to a much loved blog, but for me it always bears repeating that my absence sometimes causes me concern... I guess quite a few of you will know that this beautiful world I’ve managed to create has been my very own, wonderful healing space, my off-loading arena, my stadium, my sanctuary.

Officially the journey began in 2009... An atrocious year, where I thought for a shattering moment, I was going to stop breathing. In 2009 I was given the most devastating news about my beautiful girl.... I’m glad to say we have come a long way since then, but my girl has sadly endured much. The last bout of radiotherapy seems to have halted the beast within its injurious tracks... the size of it has changed, the radiation is causing it to shrink, the pain level has more than abated, and the outlook for our future has much improved.   

When I think about what she has endured I want to cry so much but I’m truly proud of her, so much so, that I have tentatively submitted a piece to the’ Scottish Book Trust’ for it to hopefully be accepted, to possibly be included in a beautiful new book called ‘Treasures’ I will include the link for those who have time to check it out...


My life has been a whirlwind of challenges and changes. I am happy to say we are seeing a beautiful light through what was threatening darkness.  The outlook has improved with my positivity level soaring, so having wonderful family and friends around, has been an absolute bonus as well as my recent change in jobs. To feel happy and content is one thing; to actually feel completely worthwhile is another... During this journey I have fantastically found, I am coming into contact with a number of individuals who are blowing me away... As much as I love my writing, my words, and my stories, I have to admit I have never shared a passion for POETRY... in spite of this; I have come across the most remarkable young man, whose beautiful poetry now makes my day... I joked with him and delightfully shared that when I recite his magic, I sing... Here’s his link, if you decide to check him out, please share with him that Jane sent you... You won’t be disappointed!


My thoughts always begin and end with the most important people in my life, my wonderful husband, my beautiful daughter, my amazing son-in-law to be and my very special granddaughter... Wow I am so exceptionally lucky, no wonder my thoughts stop and start with them...

Hope you manage to stay awhile as I have another looming post ready to publish. Draw that chair closer, it be good to keep you here longer!

Friday, 19 June 2009

Demons Mirrors

The mouth of the demon creature parted, its long rough tongue slithered out, slowly licking crusted bleeding lips. A rage induced slime spewed, dribbling over pointed razor sharp teeth, spreading onto its decomposing chin.

Leaning forwards he casts a grotesque shadow across her naked form. He smiles.. Her distress, he loves it.. fear emanates from his hysterical captive.
Didn't she know, fear makes her more alluring? Useless screams convince him, she is going to die. She is.. going to die; his body shakes at the very thought.. its going to happen.
He wants her to weep; he needs to see her squirm. An end almost in his sight.

Talons around her slender throat... pupils dilate... apply consistent deep, dark, pressure. Instinct reminds him ... this will help.
Eventually from his own pure evil practice, he knows the end is inevitable.. he will watch closely as she drifts off to never, never land.

Aha.... but not before he slams open, misshapen monstrous eyes, allowing her to clearly see the mirror image she would behold, remembering forever.