Thriller, chiller!

Dark trees, darkened house,
sense of dread inside your head.

Go on, step softly, lest he hear you
What goes on inside that house?

Light spills out, a shadow moves
Hold your breath, keep still, keep calm!

The light grows stronger, pulls you near.
Sense of dread inside your head.

You look up, the figure beckons.
Sense of dread inside your head.

Gripped by his gaze he draws you in.
Sense of dread inside your head.

You venture onward, up the stairs.
Sense of dread inside your head.

Dark trees, darkened house,
no longer have that sense of dread?

Come closer now, you’re almost there
Welcome to the vampire’s lair!

Written in response to Sadje’s What Do You See #31 photo prompt.
Image credit: Art Tower on Pixabay

Beneath these branches

The image shows a young girl standing next to an old sprawling tree in a park. There is an empty bench in front of her.

Little girl tiptoes round the tree
Once I was a girl, just like she
All tousled hair and sun-kissed limbs
I wonder, what became of me?

A life well-lived, a love fulfilled
Time ticked away, my heart was stilled.
But watch, my love, and wait for me
to tiptoe round that self-same tree.

Written in response to Sadje’s What Do You See #30 photo prompt.
Image credit: Majaranda on Pixabay

Tthe photo shows a man, on a pier, in a carefree swinging movement. A body of water is visible in the background.

You danced for me
early that morning
when you walked me home
from the party.

Dawn was breaking,
early morning sun
shone over the river.
Your steps were so light,
we were both so free.

Now you dance no more.
But I at least still have that
early morning memory.

Written in response to Sadje ’s What Do You See #28 photo prompt.
Image credit: Zhugher on Pixabay

for Mark and Cat whose wedding would have been tomorrow
but will instead be another day

We’re sorry that lockdown has got in the way

of the planned celebration for your special day.

No feasting or speeches or exchanging of rings,

but thoughts and good wishes and virtual things.

Raising our glasses to you as is the fashion,

just a sip or two since our booze is on ration,

to toast to the future when, come what may,

you’ll have a good one, despite the delay!

Photo credit: Tom the Photographer on Unsplash and clipart.com