Matthew Wilson

GHOUL IN THE CROWD

At dawn I saw him hanged
They took him to the market square
A handsome blue-eyed fellow
Tight jaw and yellow hair.

Spitting rain cooled no curiosity
Men came from far and wide to see
The low and high king’s priest
Cheered as they took him to the tree.

They say this fellow killed his family
Felled them with his father's gun
The weeping convict pays for crime
His faced turned to the sun.

He and I were friends once
I forgive the awful things he said
Now he pays unwitting for my crime
I cheer the hangman, palms blood-red.


Gerald So reads "Ghoul in the Crowd":



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Matthew confesses: "This poem is inspired by my fondness for Victorian crime stories and influenced by Edgar Allan Poe, who loved an unreliable narrator more than anyone."

MATTHEW WILSON has had over 150 appearances in such places as Horror Zine, Star*Line, Spellbound, Illumen, Apokrupha Press, Gaslight Press, Sorcerers Signal and many more. He is currently editing his first novel and can be contacted on Twitter @matthew94544267.

Matthew Wilson

A CLOSE CALL

Mom was ill. Dying.
So Alec headed toward the castle.
Many skulls said the sorcerer would
not sell his potions.

Alec thought this fair as he had no money.
He spat on his hands and climbed the ivy walls
toward the window at the tower's top,
sneezing on the smell of magic.

The old man woke and said the words
that turned Alec into a dog.
Fit punishment for a thief.
Laughing, the old sorcerer pulled a knife.

But now, Alec had his fangs.
The spell broke when he ripped out
the old sorcerer's throat,
and trying not to vomit, staggered home.


Deshant Paul reads "A Close Call":



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Matthew confesses: "Recently my mother caught a cold. An easy victory with modern medicine. I wondered what lengths men centuries ago went to find cures. Drama demanded something worse than a sniffle. My love of fantasy mixed its way in as I tried to find out."


MATTHEW WILSON, 29, is a U.K. resident who has been writing since small. Recently these stories have appeared in Beyond Centauri, Starline Poets Association and Carillon Magazine. He is currently editing his first novel.