Christmas Message

From the team at Spook City,

we send our valued authors

and readers the very best wishes of the season and we look forward to seeing you all back here in 2012.

Floating Image

"FLOATING IMAGE" - Amy Barry

I wake up as sunlight forces
its way through the curtains,
I look out the window,
pollution clouds smother the town.

Alone, alone in this silent room,
cold sweat pearls my forehead,
his face comes into view,
I yearn to embrace him.

I can’t break away from staring at him,
I shake my head not knowing what to say,
shiver at his stony eyes,
our eyes lock for a moment.

His face looms in close,
his eyes flicker, my body tenses,
mind races, my ears burn from
the sound of my own scream.

A voice cuts into my thoughts

a sad, forlorn cry,
I suck in a deep breath and he is gone,
Am I awake or still in my dreams?

BIO: Amy Barry is a Public Relations consultant by profession. She writes poems and short stories. She hails from Malaysia and now resides in Athlone, Ireland.

Banshee

BANSHEE" - Susanna Dunne

She cries through' the night
combing her long white hair

and it doesn't quite matter where, either
She'll not be too far away

to warn us that
Death is so very near.

Someone we love very dearly,
shall soon reach Heaven's Gates.
Her wailing and wailiiiiiiing
is ever so frightening!

it'll make our hearts beat
even faster.

Paler, we'll be.

Too scared to move a single muscle
Any hair upon our heads
will instantly stand to attention! Like soldiers.
Skins shall crawl sending shivering sensations

right through us
Feelings of terror! so, overwhelming.

Cats meowiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiing so viciously

But she doesn't mind that does she?
they do keep her company after all.
It isn't a good idea to take a peek
out through our windows
if or when she may pay us an unwelcome visit
although it might only, be cats growling,
making quite a fuss outside our dwellings

But then this lady who wails
and cries like a child in the night
Yes, the Banshee.

Beware! Be very aware
try not be too tempted too take that peek

just to see if it is she, this creature

who roams in the dark.

Picking up that lonesome comb
With its missing teeth should be left well alone.
'Cause that indeed

wouldn't be a very wise thing to do

now would it?
or one may well regret it

Meooooooooooooooooooooow........

BIO: London born Susanna moved to Ireland at the age of ten and is now married with four sons. She loves to write standard poetry, haiku, senyru and short stories.