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The Wicked Come by P.J.Reed

the wicked come by pjreed

The Wicked Come by P.J.Reed
 
“Ideal for Halloween and fright nights. Beautifully written, horror poems”
 
The poems in this collection are beautifully descriptive, well-crafted snapshots of the lives of people inhabiting the shadowlands of civilised society.
This collection is an exploration of the darker side of humanity. The consequences of one sided love affairs and how obsession can easily turn to murder.
Readers of P.J.Reed’s work are introduced to a variety of characters inhabiting a dystopian society: the gourmet detective, the doctor with unusual hobbies, the unnatural gardener and the too ardent lovers. Each character has their own dark tale to share, their lives unravelling before the reader in minimalistic, deadly verses.
 

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P.J.Reed is a writer and poet from England. She holds a BAEd from Canterbury Christ P.J.Reed new photo_ppChurch University and an MA from Bradford University.

She writes speculative fiction, haiku and dark romantic poetry. Her work is found in many anthologies, prefaces and speculative writing guides.

She has been published in a variety of international poetry reviews including the Hourglass, cattails, the Haiku Journal, Five 2 One and Zapp magazines.

P.J. has also embraced the electronic age and had her work published in online Ezines such as Mythical Poetry.

She has published one collection of dark romantic and Gothic Horror poetry entitled The Wicked Come.

Her latest book, Haiku Nation, is a breathtaking collection of powerful modern haiku which challenges the reader to seek out and see the world afresh.

Her Wordpress blog  site is found at:
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P.J. Reed is on Twitter at:https://twitter.com/PJReed_author

 

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Devotion by P.J.Reed

 
Happy wedding days.
Soft, loving eyes;
Seas of blue.
A sunshine smile,
An angel's face.
 
White satin sheets
Lie crumpled, twisted;
Gently caressing contours
Of sleeping you.
Your perfume loiters
Lingers on pillows.
Roses surround you.
 
A cluttered dresser,
Betrays your life,
Spilt perfume bottles,
Flaking eye shadow,
Strawberry lip gloss,
Our favourite taste,
I must have.
 
Fire red curls,
Sweep, blushing deeply,
Across your face.
Silky, soft touches
Of rare beauty.
A strand borrowed.
Saved for later.
 
Upon your pillow,
I place offerings
Rosebuds: blood red.
My beating heart.
You stir; waking.
Through skylight
I leave alone.
 
Our love hurts,
Rips me apart.
I watch from
My night-time post.
Your frightened face
Peeps through curtains
 
Searching for me.

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