Shadows and Glances
By T. L. Coston
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Are you in the mood when the dusk ebbs and darkness becomes bold for tales of the macabre, murder, mystery, and woe? Shadows and Glances is a collection of poems and short stories about reflection, hauntings, and bone-chilling fright. You'll be visited by ghouls, demons, witches, and a highwayman that collects souls, along with succubi that suck out your essence in the middle of the night. I'm reminded of an old adage: "We are born alone, and we die alone." So, too, when you read this book and you feel the grasping fingers of fright-alone.
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Shadows and Glances - T. L. Coston
A Firefly Symphony
As the sun falls over the horizon
And the sky dims to a theater lull,
We sit outside on eventides
To enjoy nature’s show.
No ticket is needed for this affair
The swamp provides for free.
All you need is a front porch and a chair,
Maybe a glass of beer or some sweet tea.
Sit back, relax, and enjoy this occasion
As nature’s symphony begins a cacophony of sounds.
You’ll witness God’s creatures take the stage;
It’ll make the irate calm down.
Listen to the cicadas with their lengthy vibrato,
The crickets chime in with their concertos,
Owls hoot as if on a jug,
Bullfrogs bellow in their baritone songs,
While smaller ones harmonize with melodious croaks.
Then come the fireflies with their light show,
Multitudes blinking a neon fan dance,
Hovering around ancient bearded oaks,
Playing hide-and-seek in its Spanish moss.
Lord, there is nothing more peaceful than a home in a swamp.
A Gorgon Horror at the Crumbles
It’s getting dark. Is that a distant rumble?
I’m getting goose bumps from the prospect of thunder.
Did the temperature drop? It suddenly got cold.
For what time I have left, it’s hard to be bold.
The crime I committed, and yes, it was heinous;
And for that, I’m about to be hanged.
But to prosecute my execution, in these conditions,
Is more than I can take.
Oh, I don’t deserve pity; that can’t be denied.
But to dance at the gallows to a thunder’s clap
While lightning flashes my last gasp,
Now that’s irony at its best.
Yes, she was my mistress and with child.
But to leave my wife, I couldn’t abide.
So, instead of leading a double life,
I decided to commit the most odious of crimes.
I enticed my moll with promises of love,
An elopement to some foreign land.
But to stage this getaway, we needed a place to stay.
Somewhere no one would pry.
The plan was simple enough:
I needed a cottage with a tidal rush.
To commit this deed might entail screams;
Shingle Beach would do just fine.
So blind was her love that she didn’t see the club.
The blunt end of an axe I did swing.
With a thud she splayed on the rug.
So vicious, her hands twitched in a pool of blood.
Realization had come to pass, I have a difficult task:
The dismemberment and disposal of my spinster lass.
As you could tell by the mess, I underestimated the rest.
A plan, as everyone knows, I half-assed.
I built a big fire and stoked the flames,
To begin the ghoulish work ahead of me.
I sawed off her head and threw it on a bed
Of glowing cinders that popped and hissed.
It was then, I witnessed the din of a Gorgon horror.
Writhing hair waved in serpentine flames biting venomous strikes.
I recoiled from this attack and while stepping back,
Her dead eyes opened with a Medusa stare.
And with that, a thunderous clap,
Coupled with lightning that shook the whole cabin.
I ran with a scream into the pouring night,
Not to return until daylight.
That’s it. So, now I go to the gallows pole
For the whole world knows my sins,
And soon, I will pay a repentance price
Dancing in hell to thunder and lightning.
PS: This poem is based on the 1924 murder of Emily Bilbie Kaye at the Crumbles in the UK.
A Park Bench Ghost
There is a neighborhood park a couple of blocks away
Where denizens stroll and children play
As squirrels scamper, stamp, and chatter
Protesting that this is their domain.
’Tis a bowl of pleasure and sometimes pain
Where laughter wafts a quarter mile away
Punctuated by a high-pitched cry of a siren whine
To stutter and stop from a mother’s touch.
Down the steps and to the right
There is a park bench situated under a light
And when the weather permits
You’ll see an old man sitting there until sunset.
No one sees this gentleman,
They pass him by without a care,
They’ll sit next to him without a glance
To say hello or inquire