Submissions by Lozzamus
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction I compare poetry to painting, believing that I lack any drawing/painting skills but believing my imagination and training in writing has enabled me to transfer my love of visual art to the written word
STORY POEM
Published
23rd Sep 2020 9:20pm
23rd Sep 2020 9:20pm
The Stranger At The Train Station
The woman with silver hair wore a cream cardigan and sunglasses.
Pushing a small suitcase along the ground, she approached the ticket office.
Dawn thought there was something familiar about the woman, but she couldn’t identify what.
The voice.
West Country.
The accent reminded her of wild flowers and of an afternoon in a garden many years ago.
An untidy garden in Devon with autumn leaves and a pond and clumps of damp earth.
Pushing a small suitcase along the ground, she approached the ticket office.
Dawn thought there was something familiar about the woman, but she couldn’t identify what.
The voice.
West Country.
The accent reminded her of wild flowers and of an afternoon in a garden many years ago.
An untidy garden in Devon with autumn leaves and a pond and clumps of damp earth.
#memories
#mystery
33 reads
7 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
15th Sep 2020 10:31pm
15th Sep 2020 10:31pm
Dreams And Shadows
Fragments chase each other as reality and fiction blur and time loses meaning
Yesterday becomes confused with the more distant past, and the dead live and eat and talk.
Faces alter, although voices remain true.
In a dream, two people can become one.
Dreams. A hidden furnace. Or a peaceful respite.
Important dreams. Less important ones.
Each night, everyone dreams, but only some people remember the dreams.
Yesterday becomes confused with the more distant past, and the dead live and eat and talk.
Faces alter, although voices remain true.
In a dream, two people can become one.
Dreams. A hidden furnace. Or a peaceful respite.
Important dreams. Less important ones.
Each night, everyone dreams, but only some people remember the dreams.
#anxiety
#sleep
46 reads
11 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
6th Sep 2020 00:07am
6th Sep 2020 00:07am
Tribute To My Grandmother
I lie in bed unable to sleep
My grandmother died yesterday and I’m estranged from my Community
My thoughts travel back to Salford 7 where my grandmother had lived
The damp-looking leafy streets
The trees
The ultra-religious Jewish boys with tzitzits hanging out from their shirts,
the sides of their hair arranged in peyot
The local *Cheder I’d got expelled from
The cold and the dark of the streets
The smell of autumn evenings
Bonfire night and childish mischief
Finally I succumb to an exhausted sleep,
waking a...
My grandmother died yesterday and I’m estranged from my Community
My thoughts travel back to Salford 7 where my grandmother had lived
The damp-looking leafy streets
The trees
The ultra-religious Jewish boys with tzitzits hanging out from their shirts,
the sides of their hair arranged in peyot
The local *Cheder I’d got expelled from
The cold and the dark of the streets
The smell of autumn evenings
Bonfire night and childish mischief
Finally I succumb to an exhausted sleep,
waking a...
#grief
#family
#death
60 reads
12 Comments
FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
30th Aug 2020 9:46pm
30th Aug 2020 9:46pm
Back Where It Started
She glanced at the time on her phone. Her shift would begin in a while. She inhaled hard on the cigarette until stars danced before her eyes and her chest hurt. She shut her eyes. The cigarette was making her dizzy and sick.
Horrible, stinky town.
Even the House looked totally different. A team of builders had ripped out the interior and rebuilt the structure, eradicating all traces of Mum and Dad.
Horrible, stinky town.
Even the House looked totally different. A team of builders had ripped out the interior and rebuilt the structure, eradicating all traces of Mum and Dad.
#loneliness
#memories
#mystery
62 reads
9 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
20th Aug 2020 9:07pm
20th Aug 2020 9:07pm
Many Years Ago
the three of them walking across wild grassland near their home, following a tiny stream into the fields
the dog Bruce rushing ahead, ears pointed in anticipation
the soft blue sky
the smell of the sun
soil and flowers
the excitement of that spring day so long ago
the dog Bruce rushing ahead, ears pointed in anticipation
the soft blue sky
the smell of the sun
soil and flowers
the excitement of that spring day so long ago
#love
#friendship
#memories
54 reads
5 Comments
FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
9th Aug 2020 9:08pm
9th Aug 2020 9:08pm
Amnesia And Menace
Footsteps outside her front gate on the night of the storm.
The shifting shadows darkening the pathway on the walk back to the cottage.
The timer switch adjusting position in the early hours of yesterday morning.
The call from the woman objecting to her living in the town.
The thick rural darkness.
Dead silence.
Rolling onto her side, she reaches for the pillow and presses the cool fabric against her face.
For a long time, she lies like this, listening to the steady rhythm of her breathing, longing for sleep, yet dreading it in case she...
The shifting shadows darkening the pathway on the walk back to the cottage.
The timer switch adjusting position in the early hours of yesterday morning.
The call from the woman objecting to her living in the town.
The thick rural darkness.
Dead silence.
Rolling onto her side, she reaches for the pillow and presses the cool fabric against her face.
For a long time, she lies like this, listening to the steady rhythm of her breathing, longing for sleep, yet dreading it in case she...
#loneliness
#mystery
#risk
73 reads
12 Comments
FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
28th Jul 2020 1:05pm
28th Jul 2020 1:05pm
Sylvie Bannister And Orchard House
Orchard House caught fire twice and lots of people died.
I know because I was there.
I saw the foggy smoke gathering on the landing just before Orchard House tumbled down.
I got out somehow, but I don’t remember anything else.
I sat on a bench near a rock garden, listening to seagulls in the distance, plaintive and minute.
The air tasted of salt and sand and the freshness of approaching autumn,
The tide was out, leaving a carpet of sand.
The sea appeared calm, all ripples of blue and grey and green.
Further along a line of cliffs stretched...
I know because I was there.
I saw the foggy smoke gathering on the landing just before Orchard House tumbled down.
I got out somehow, but I don’t remember anything else.
I sat on a bench near a rock garden, listening to seagulls in the distance, plaintive and minute.
The air tasted of salt and sand and the freshness of approaching autumn,
The tide was out, leaving a carpet of sand.
The sea appeared calm, all ripples of blue and grey and green.
Further along a line of cliffs stretched...
#mystery
#obsession
#risk
56 reads
7 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
17th Jul 2020 8:23pm
17th Jul 2020 8:23pm
The Poeme Tragique
I hear the pianist practising the Poeme Tragique
rapid octaves set against falling notes
loud and furious
I search through the grounds in the clammy August air
past clusters of trees and miniature water fountains
down the grassy mound to the Remembrance Garden
sweat pouring from my forehead and face
And still the pianist plays
cascading madness
his fury and despair matching my own
And still I search
but in vain
rapid octaves set against falling notes
loud and furious
I search through the grounds in the clammy August air
past clusters of trees and miniature water fountains
down the grassy mound to the Remembrance Garden
sweat pouring from my forehead and face
And still the pianist plays
cascading madness
his fury and despair matching my own
And still I search
but in vain
#love
#breakup
#obsession
77 reads
5 Comments
FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
9th Jul 2020 10:28pm
9th Jul 2020 10:28pm
Trapped! Ending (750 wprds)
You wake up in hospital. The police came soon after your mate Simon alerted them and found you lying on the ground. The gorgeous woman had fled and the door was unlocked, so they didn’t need to force entry.
So what exactly happened during those few days of madness?
Once you recovered, you gave a police statement. The case went to trial and a judge ordered a Hospital Order.
That’s when you discovered a little more about the events of those few days following the party.
First, the gorgeous woman had recently left psychiatric care and was staying with an aunt who...
So what exactly happened during those few days of madness?
Once you recovered, you gave a police statement. The case went to trial and a judge ordered a Hospital Order.
That’s when you discovered a little more about the events of those few days following the party.
First, the gorgeous woman had recently left psychiatric care and was staying with an aunt who...
#mystery
#risk
68 reads
5 Comments
FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
8th Jul 2020 10:36pm
8th Jul 2020 10:36pm
Trapped! the final crisis ( 800 words)
You wake up late on Tuesday morning, groggy and disorientated. For a long time, you remain on the sofa bed, still and silent as you catch your thoughts and weigh up the situation.
‘What happened yesterday?’ you say, finally.
‘Yesterday?’ The gorgeous woman says. ‘I didn’t know you were awake.’ As usual, she’s sitting at the table, smiling as she texts away. ‘Are you feeling better? A bit sleepy, I expect. Those painkillers are potent, aren’t they?’
‘Which painkillers?’
‘The tablets you were prescribed by the doctor. Don’t you remember?’
‘When did I see a...
‘What happened yesterday?’ you say, finally.
‘Yesterday?’ The gorgeous woman says. ‘I didn’t know you were awake.’ As usual, she’s sitting at the table, smiling as she texts away. ‘Are you feeling better? A bit sleepy, I expect. Those painkillers are potent, aren’t they?’
‘Which painkillers?’
‘The tablets you were prescribed by the doctor. Don’t you remember?’
‘When did I see a...
#mystery
#risk
62 reads
4 Comments
FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
7th Jul 2020 9:58pm
7th Jul 2020 9:58pm
Trapped! part 4 (750 words)
You come to late on Monday morning with a vice-like headache and a metallic taste in your mouth. The gorgeous woman’s sitting at your table, smiling as she texts on her phone.
‘You’re awake,’ she says.
‘Yeah,’ you mutter.
‘You don’t look well at all. We might have to consider finding a walk-in clinic if there’s no improvement by tomorrow. I’ll need to do a bit of legal research, though. It could be that we don’t have to disclose the reason for the blow to the head if you are not presenting as an emergency.’
That’s when memories of yesterday trickle back. The party...
‘You’re awake,’ she says.
‘Yeah,’ you mutter.
‘You don’t look well at all. We might have to consider finding a walk-in clinic if there’s no improvement by tomorrow. I’ll need to do a bit of legal research, though. It could be that we don’t have to disclose the reason for the blow to the head if you are not presenting as an emergency.’
That’s when memories of yesterday trickle back. The party...
#mystery
#risk
58 reads
4 Comments
FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
6th Jul 2020 9:40pm
6th Jul 2020 9:40pm
Trapped! part 3 (730 words)
The numbness begins to wear off. A man is dead, a man you met for the first time at a mate’s party last night. What should you do about it? Is it possible to brush it aside and move on with your life? After all, that bloke could have killed you.
The gorgeous woman makes herself a sandwich and texts a friend. She’s advised you not to visit any news or social media websites connected with the crime in case investigating officers detect an unhealthy interest in the matter and decide to talk to you at a later stage.
But you want to find out more about the fight and what happened...
The gorgeous woman makes herself a sandwich and texts a friend. She’s advised you not to visit any news or social media websites connected with the crime in case investigating officers detect an unhealthy interest in the matter and decide to talk to you at a later stage.
But you want to find out more about the fight and what happened...
#mystery
#risk
52 reads
5 Comments
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