Dog-led, we trample
through russet, rustling carpets
past denuded hedgerows
chill air nipping
at our exposed faces;
our breaths ectoplasmic.
A ribbon of smoke,
a grey plume, spiralling
against the dimmet.
At the lodge gates,
lamps glow golden
as the batter on cod.
We turn our backs
to the dark-capped wood,
our faces to the fire,
whilst feasting on the flesh
and bones of a day,
basted in rich autumnal hues.
Alyson lives in West Yorkshire, UK with her husband, teen son and four rescue animals. Her fiction and poetry has been published in a range of anthologies, most recently in Trickster's Treats 4 from Things in the Well, and Air from Tyche Books.
Her work has been read on BBC Radio, local radio, on several podcasts (Ladies of Horror), and placed in competitions.
She swims, sings and is often to be found roaming the moor with her Lab cross, Roxy.
Her work has been read on BBC Radio, local radio, on several podcasts (Ladies of Horror), and placed in competitions.
She swims, sings and is often to be found roaming the moor with her Lab cross, Roxy.
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