Fantasy, Horror and Poetry
Posted on 7 August, 2019 by Stamphers
A story is nothing but the preparation of change.
How to reach this point sets the road ahead.
The writer must find this road and not steer from it.
We don’t know the characters in our minds but in our hearts.
At the end of the road they’ll be known in our minds too.
It is then when the writer shines.
© Christopher Stamfors
Bones are that which keeps you here
Turn to dust and your soul will yield
Forgive this old fool
For the mistakes he’ve made
Leave me be and let the past fade
Fire rained over our heads
fume from the rocks seethed out of the ocean
Everything is quiet now
Except the gulls who shrieked and shuffled happily
Their meals now properly boiled
