Terry Flood Poet Rhyme

Six Six Six

Six, six, six on the little fella’s head
Two red eyes and a nanny who was dead
Hands from the ceiling that are reaching for the bed
Priest stands firm with a bible to be read

Branches scrape at windows like the Devil’s teeth and claws
Floorboards heave and buckle, blood is oozing from the floors
Open drawers are slamming shut, the boy laughs like the dead
And daddy shouts I’ve told you once… it’s time to go to bed!

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Gershon Wolf October 31, 2021 at 12:39 PM I like the way this develops from a seemingly harmless first line to a bone-chilling Halloween special. Good work, Terry! ~ Gershon Terry Flood November 1, 2021 at 4:44 AM Thanks Gershon. Pretty much symbolizing the temper tantrums of a lad not ready for sleepy byes... I think.

L Milton Hankins October 29, 2021 at 11:24 AM ...and I think the kid really sees all of this, or is reading it in a book. So hard to calm down and go to sleep! Good writing, Terry. Terry Flood October 29, 2021 at 1:02 PM Thanks, Milt. In my mind it was all symbolic of a spoilt kid not wanting to go to sleep. But your version works for me. Terry

Eve Roper October 29, 2021 at 7:18 AM Scary , Terry,,,, might not sleep tonight.:) Terry Flood October 29, 2021 at 7:32 AM Thanks, Eve. Need to switch Halloween off now and try something else. Hmmm… two days to go… I’ll do my best. Terry

Jenna Logan October 29, 2021 at 6:38 AM Well your lines certain set the stage for a creepy scene before Halloween. Good writing, Terry. Terry Flood October 29, 2021 at 7:30 AM Thanks Jenna, wasn’t meant to have a ‘comic’ ending… but that’s how it went, Terry

Tom Cunningham October 29, 2021 at 6:00 AM Sounds like Damien Terry, you're well into Halloween mode. Tom Terry Flood October 29, 2021 at 7:28 AM Funny thing is…Halloween normally drags a poem or two out of me, but this year it seems to have stuck its claws in me… roll on Crimbo! Cheers Tom. Terry