travel warning…

the other world
concurrent
with passages
for both
the living
and
the dead
so if you
find yourself
just beyond the moor
near a small pub
the raven’s pub
it’s best not
to enter in
while your breath
is still warm
for once within
it’s sure
to turn cold
though
i’ve been told
the whiskey’s
sweet
and
silky

changing of the guard…

he tiptoed
into her room
staring at the angel
that had slept
all through the night
night after night
a smile almost
painted on her lips
he knelt down
and kissed her cheek
then crept to bed
almost
on cue
as he
closed his eyes
the child began to cry
his wife gave a sign
as the cries began
to resemble a banshee
on an irish moor
for it was
her week
to rock the cradle
and
his
to sleep