Tag Archives: fear

Haunted #midnighthaiku

Posted on October 8, 2019 by Sue Vincent

* Lost to fear’s shadow Phantasms haunt troubled minds Daylight seems distant *

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Rites of Passage: Lurchers, Stags and a mummified cat

Posted on October 6, 2019 by Sue Vincent

*** Just over the road from the entrance to Cressbrook Dale is a pub. It is a most unusual pub and we could not pass up the opportunity to take our companions there to end the weekend. The Three Stags … Continue reading →

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Rites of Passage: Last rites III

Posted on October 5, 2019 by Sue Vincent

*** We walked on, the mood had changed with the meditation; all of us quietly aware that there was to be something more. The broad, well-trodden path continued to wind its way through the valley, but we took instead the … Continue reading →

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Rites of Passage: Last rites?

Posted on October 2, 2019 by Sue Vincent

*** On the Sunday morning, the last day of our weekend workshop, we had arranged to meet close to the entrance of Cressbrook Dale, a deep, green cleft in the hills that has a strange and often dark history. Our … Continue reading →

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Rites of Passage: Light and shade

Posted on September 21, 2019 by Sue Vincent

*** We walked through the village, watching the changing expressions of visitors as the full horror of the plague story hit home. From the mildly curious to the stark shock of those who aligned themselves with the story for a … Continue reading →

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Rites of Passage: Changes…

Posted on September 18, 2019 by Sue Vincent

*** On the morning of the workshop, long before our companions were due to arrive, two small figures faced a mass of stone and a fair degree of uncertainty. Having scaled the rocky heights, we were agreed… we would have … Continue reading →

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Lurkers…

Posted on September 17, 2019 by Sue Vincent

Before any time away from work, there are preparations to be made so that my son, his home and his fish can manage during my absence. Amongst other jobs, the fridge and freezer must be filled with home-cooked meals and … Continue reading →

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Adapts to fit…

Posted on September 15, 2019 by Sue Vincent

The laboriously written sentence looked as if it had been scrawled by a five year old making their first attempt at joined up writing… or a centenarian making their last. The lines of the script were uncertain and badly formed, … Continue reading →

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Emergence

Posted on August 25, 2019 by Sue Vincent

The dragonfly perched on the sun warmed granite of the bench… more than I am allowed to do, as it still has to be drilled and fixed immovably in place. I was precariously perched on the edge of a flowerbed, … Continue reading →

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The edge of the precipice

Posted on August 18, 2019 by Sue Vincent

Driving home, there was one of those moments of sheer, unadulterated joy when the fields were lit with pale sunshine, the sky a clear blue and the feel of the car around me occupied my whole being. I can’t think … Continue reading →

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