Paranormal Prose

There are times when the pen
Becomes a channel
Expanding consciousness
Mediating the unseen
Through the medium of ink
Accessing a higher realm
That is inspired from within
Through dissociated flow
Bursting forth springs of spontaneity
Where words will appear as strangers
When reunited with their author
Surprising writer and reader alike
For then when the quill becomes still
That which is written is a mystery
An inscription of discovery
Paranormal prose

 

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Spooked!

I felt it creep right down my neck
And tingle up my spine
I felt the tap, I shuddered as
My thoughts lent to incline
That someone was just out there
Or something very strange
For in the air an omen hung
A coldness close at range

It gripped my soul and wrenched my heart
And stuck me to the spot
My brain fixed in a terror’s gasp
And panic racing hot
And then I swear I saw a face
Just through the window panes
An image imprint on the glass
Blood frozen in my veins

A second look and it had gone
All vanished out of sight
But still in ether lurking there
With all the doors locked tight
Were traces of that other world
A portal ‘tween the two
Whence vacant soul had wondered from
To chill the air quite blue

Death’s grave was breached; a vault ruptured
With mist or fog encase
The apparition’s haunting frame
The gaunt and stark white face
That in an instance did reveal
A fear my core rebuked
Encounter with this spectre that
Left me so truly spooked!