The Music Box

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This is the first of my Halloween 2020 offerings this year...

The music box

As I am reading I am watching this old music box; I have just gently lifted the lid

The ballerina is turning, and the music is playing; however, the clockwork mechanism is loudly clanking, and the ballerina is crying tears of blood.


On the inside of the lid is a mirror that shows an entirely different image from the one you would expect. It is this poem unfolding… the ballerina steps off her pedestal and passes through the mirror into the unforgiving landscape of…. ‘The Bog’      


Could this be real?   This alternative reality… This nightmare of such epic proportions

Such as the like of which no human has ever seen before.

Slamming the lid shut the ballerina bursts through the dark polished wood as the music builds to a crescendo she sings out of tune words from her desecrated tomb.

The mechanism sounding now like insidious drumming, as the drummer boy enters through my ear

Three soldiers standing to attention, two flanking the ‘nutcracker’ wise

Bayonets fixed at the ready, sharp and shiny so pointy the ballerina her body to precisely incise.


Now the drumming is growing louder and louder cannon balls starting to fall. Craters appearing on the ground all around me, as the mists of time turn to smoke slowly rising casting visions in my mind so repugnant water seeping upwards start gurgling mixing with the blood and the bones


Bodies strew, and stew like five sticks engender a memory of childhood so dejectedly broken. Horses smashed into smatterings and smidgens headless, and legless empty saddles there lay with paint slowly peeling my mind can’t stop reeling regaling in a cruel form of insidious joy.

A church bell starts clanging the echo resounding bouncing back from the depths of hell

A bowel so impacted stomach so extended distension and an insidious smell. Sulphur, fire and brimstone and other concoctions, stories only the bible can tell.

The pits of hell surely opened with the lifting so gently of that lid of the box on my mums dressing table top, scREAMing loudly; sounds once drowned out by the sounds of a battle, beginning to swell bursts the drum inside my ear Then silence descends I awake and pretend reALLY I’VE got nothing to fear.


For you, my Son in all its savagery and exceptional beauty and wonderings, assaulting, saluting and also polluting the innocent mind of you, my firstborn boy child.

Po's Halloween sub No1

◄ Seeking the light.

The Halloween Masquerade Ball ►


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Paul Sayer

Wed 28th Oct 2020 18:43

Hello Rose, That is a slight over-exaggeration.

What? It's not did you say?

Well, yea! You would say that. You, the one who wakes me in the middle of the night saying "Wake up, wake up just write this down.

Tut; Apparently, Rose, you are right.


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Rose Casserley

Wed 28th Oct 2020 17:18

Nothing less than a masterpiece, Mr. S!

Rose 💋

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Paul Sayer

Wed 28th Oct 2020 07:56

Ghazala lari, My number 1 WOL er

Glad you found time to drop in
Let our party now begin!

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Paul Sayer

Wed 28th Oct 2020 07:54

Philipos my old compadre
How good it is to see thee.

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Paul Sayer

Tue 27th Oct 2020 23:52

Helloooooooooooo Vautaw ahead of the game I see.

I see thee have seen me.

More horror to engage our minds in the next few days
here you'll find.

Haunted castles filled with ghosts
to entertain you, me the host.

A Halloween ball, I hope you'll attend
Your demise it could portend.

A tribute to the real Poe
The Raven... Just to let you know

Maybe another from the Master himself
a floating book lifts from its shelf.

Words spilling upon the page
The Mad Hatter, filled with rage


A ghostly Pirate tale to enthral
From your friendly mystic poet, name of Paul.

Or perhaps maybe, Po in the haunted hall.

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