Saturday, 29 October 2022

One Poem by Bernard Pearson


Approaching Halloween 2022


She lay before

them pale fleshed,

but still breathing,

(the guttering light

was all she could

afford) then each


her their teeth bared

the cold dead drool

fell from their lips like acid

on her once peached skin,

The lustre of her lips now

cratered like the surface

of a failing  moon.

Then when

they had taken sup,

and she arose,  a miracle

from hell, with eyes

that could not see and

heart that could never

love save for the

gold encrusted

Sarcophagus in which

she would lie.

Bernard Pearson -His work appears in many publications, including Aesthetica Magazine,  The Edinburgh Review, Crossways, The Gentian, Nymphs The Poetry Village, Beneath The Fever, The Beach Hut Little stone. work coming up in Big Easy, and Orange Blush In 2017 a selection of his poetry ‘In Free Fall’ was published by Leaf by Leaf Press. In 2019 he won second prize in The Aurora Prize for Writing for his poem Manor Farm. He is also a Biographer and Prize winning short story writer.


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