The Devil’s Table

Where the devil comes to make his feast,
On cliffs that cut off to east,
His table stone and half a ruin,
In a shadow of a church on dune.
400 years or more have past,
He comes just once to break his fast,
To a spread of wine, prunes and figs,
And to his fiddle; a merry jig,
By the light of moon and a sky quite teal,
He takes his leave and ends his meal,
With nothing left but a stain of wine,
On the table where the devil dines.

This is my D poem for the A to Z challenge.
http://www.a-to-zchallenge.com

My A-Z is based on Northumberland, and the myths and monsters that lurk within.

When I was younger, there was a story of a stone table at Church point in Newbiggin, years of rumors labelled this as ‘The Devil’s Table, where if you went, ouji board in hand, you could make contact with the devil himself. Age made us wiser and we came to realise the table was in fact a memorial with weathered writing. However this little story has always stuck in my mind, and from it has sprouted this little rhyming tale.

My poems kind of lead onto one another so I do suggest you read the poem before it to get the gist.

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The Amblers

As we walk the Amble coast,
Y’ hear the murmurs of sea-bound ghosts,
Who lost their lives in northern seas,
Setting sail on fisheries.
Who cast their nets for one last time,
And now they haunt the mass of brine,
On boats said made of smokes and wisps,
Make warning to the passing ships,
To scare them off the jagged bay,
And see yon sailers make their way,
The amblers they call the souls of sort,
Who see the boats now safe to port.

This is my A poem for the A to Z challenge.
http://www.a-to-zchallenge.com

My A-Z is based on Northumberland, and the myths and monsters that lurk within. All the poems kind of lead onto one another so I do suggest you read the one before or the beginning of the Stories of the Northlands. The idea of Amblers comes from Amble, a fishing town in the North East of England, and the word rambling. I loved the idea of a the ghosts of fishermen lost at sea.

The Stories of the Northlands Begins

In concrete jungles of brick and stone,
Down in’t south you’ve never known,
Of monsters, ghosts, beasts and boars,
That dwell within the lands up North.
A story told, a whisper shared,
In earnest so a life is spared,
For myths and legends oft come true,
In the lands up to the North of you.

To be continued…

This is an opening poem for the start of my A to Z challenge.
http://www.a-to-zchallenge.com