A Strange, Sweet Lullaby

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A Strange, Sweet Lullaby

I was up in a mind-blowing

solar system, sitting on

an ice-blue dragon with

glittering, shimmering wings.

My mind was a new shooting star

as I sang in the star-spangled brightness

of a billion bauble-filled vistas.

Far to the left were peppermint moons

while right close by were

peach-coloured, cartwheeling butterflies.

The planets that spun and danced on their

way to distant, dazzling suns

were tiny and topaz and strawberry pink.

The dragon arrowed up, up, up into a

whole new place, and it glowed to the

tip of its tail before it sang in a resonant voice.

It was a strange, sweet lullaby that was

smooth and gloriously soothing.

The peppermint moons listened and

hummed a refrain to the constant streaming

of tinkling platinum particles.

Then we were no longer alone as dragon

after wing-flapping dragon was there,

each with a laughing child on its back.

Where we were going, I cannot say,

but that it was good to be there,

each happy child understood.

The Earth was barely a memory

and the vistas before us were warm

and utterly welcoming.

We put up our hands and clapped

as we sang.

Up, up we soared into

soft, streaming light.

And we never looked back!

Our faces, our eyes, and then

all of us bounced and beamed into

the billion bright baubles and we

each became one of them.

The dragons planed down.

They were going back to Earth.

And us?

We had found a new place

way beyond outer space,

and we were now beautifully

part of it all.

‘Transmogrified?’, ‘Transcended?’

call it what you will,

but we were still us and

also new again,

and it was an absolute thrill.

        © Andrew Pender-Smith 2018

If you enjoyed this poem, you might like to also read ‘THAT’S FANTASTIC!’ by Andrew Pender-Smith. Click on the link to take a look. http://www.amazon.com/dp/B078HF378N




Humming Amongst the Roses

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Humming Amongst the Roses

What turns a pleasant town, in which everyone knows and cares for each other, into a place of unexplained death and tears? As bees hum contentedly amongst the park’s roses and insects skim above the peaceful lake or fly from tree to tree, kindly Molly Jones, a retired school librarian and keen gardener, finds herself unwittingly drawn into a sinister world amidst this happy place of pretty flowers and good friends and neighbours. As loved ones die in the town and nearby, and a young man is missing, Molly Jones finds herself running along a lonely path, step by breathless, sweaty step, into a contemporary horror only a few have contemplated, let alone met.

‘Humming Amongst the Roses’ is another work of short fiction in the crime and horror genres by Andrew Pender-Smith


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The images are connected with the story of poor Molly Jones and the torment she encountered. The first photo was used for the cover.

If they have not already seen it, I hope readers will be interested in looking at an earlier post with the title ‘Alicia Billington’s Best Cat’. Please scroll down.

To those of you who write, ‘Happy writing’ from Andrew Pender-Smith, Craig Carden and Sebastian de Vervet of Green Monkey Publications.