Knock Knock Knock
In my friends old farm house out of town
Messing around with a Ouija board, a frown
A spirit claimed it was ten years old
And was killed on the property, sold
He came to say his last goodbye,
Knock was spelt on the board, a sigh
Three raps on the window pane
A hand running down my mane.
29.10.2020.
Spooky Rhyme.
Copyright © Carol Mitra | Year Posted 2020
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment