Alone in the dark — Nearing footsteps disappear. A chilling silence. * * * © 2025 Alan J. Edmonds
By Alan J. Edmonds3 months ago in Poets
Bright winter snow Power cuts and blankets Rooms as cold as ice * * * A tiny lantern From bygone days Of grandparents I never knew
Just be yourself, that’s what they say Dare to be different No, not like that — you’re just too weird Please keep that bottled up
Mark never expected to be living alone in his fifties, but that’s how things had ended up. After a messy divorce, he’d dated a few times, but it never felt right.
By Alan J. Edmonds3 months ago in Fiction
Oil lamp flickering with its welcome heat, Shadows safely banished by amber light. Hammer treacle toffee, tempting to eat,
Delicious warm hues Through crisp fresh air leaves float Summer memories * * * © 2025 Alan J. Edmonds.
By Alan J. Edmonds4 months ago in Poets
That surreal moment When everything changed You opened your eyes In my arms • Future thoughts flashed Of years yet unwritten
Though too late now My stomach still questions Was yesterday not just a dream? • At the front desk With name badge and keys
Lonely in the new house, Dad, my new best friend. Fifty years apart, but yet so much alike. • Sunday lunch is over, our bikes are calling us.
By Alan J. Edmonds5 months ago in Poets
Simon and Donna followed the porter up to their hotel room. As soon as he opened the door, the couple gasped at the stunning view. They were not used to such luxurious accommodation on the seafront.
By Alan J. Edmonds5 months ago in Fiction
