Nosferatu picture courtesy of tumblr.com The white face stares within
from the window yet again
Bloodless is the skin
as are the eyes, yet sharp as pins
Whispered, soundless lips move
scratching at the window pane too
With nails long and cold white hands
reaching from the darklands
Reaching for what lies within
hungers for what should’ve been
And salivates in its thirst
wanting to feed, fit to burst
The sleeping figure stirs in dreams
unaware of being seen
But images intrude the sleep
of monsters who on innocents feed
And then the sleeping figure awakes
suddenly aware of envious hate
And sits up to look around
to the window, nowt to be found
Back to sleep the figure goes
just as the shadows grow
Once again the face appears
bloodless and so very near…
I'm a thinker, listener, a "question's pretty much everything" type of person. A seeker of knowledge, always restless, yet seeks the calm in life.
I love writing in all forms and am in the process of completing a number of ongoing projects. I love the craft of writing and the possibilities it holds. A magic carpet through the mind. I love pretty much all creative arts, music, film and theatre the leading ones.
Born in Hertfordshire in England, my family Irish, Welsh and English, I currently reside in Edinburgh, in Scotland. I'm drawn to coastal and mountain regions where I like to go to think and draw inspiration from. Ireland is a place that's dear to me, and I try to get back to see family and friends as much as possible.
My interests are wide and broad, too many to mention here, but history, archaeology, criminology, music and film are just some of those things I love.
I hope you enjoy my ramblings on here as that's what they are really. I'll let my fingers do the ''talking...''
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Why thank you Syed. I’ll take that as a compliment. There was a film based on the Stephen King book called Salem’s Lot that had a scene in it that I described. It has haunted me ever since I was a kid. Probably in my subconscious I based it on both Dracula, which I recently reread, Nosferatu and Salem’s Lot. It was closing in on midnight last night and I just wrote a supernatural poem as something hit my window five floors up so that’s why I wrote it.
Glad you liked it though. I’ll follow your blog too.
Caliburnus Rises 
reminds me of Bram Stoker’s Dracula 🙂
Why thank you Syed. I’ll take that as a compliment. There was a film based on the Stephen King book called Salem’s Lot that had a scene in it that I described. It has haunted me ever since I was a kid. Probably in my subconscious I based it on both Dracula, which I recently reread, Nosferatu and Salem’s Lot. It was closing in on midnight last night and I just wrote a supernatural poem as something hit my window five floors up so that’s why I wrote it.
Glad you liked it though. I’ll follow your blog too.