Daver Austin Poet Free verse

Spoookeee

SPOOOOKEEEE

Lost in the woods
On All Saints Night
Chill in my blood
Moon’s a fright

Its ring around
Is red as hell
And distantly
The doomsday bells

Eerie bongs
Tis truly said
One short    two long
Will wake the dead

Hark those strains
The dies irae
Tell of pains
On judgment day

Oh where to go?
At last I fear
The rooster crow
No more I’ll hear

Dave Austin

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Michelle Mac Donald September 29, 2016 at 12:41 PM This reminds me of how many of your amazing writes I'd missed out on. Am swept up by this All Saints Night timeline. Much of an Aladdin's Lamp...poof!...More of Daver's genie!!! Keep well, best wishes...Love, Mikki Michelle Mac Donald October 3, 2016 at 6:47 AM Mirrors, do you truly believe what a piece of glass will say, Daver? A bottle might talk to some, but a mirror will say only what the viewer thinks and will see no further than the surface. Wasn't vanity one of the seven deadly sins? Love you, Mikki :) Daver Austin September 30, 2016 at 9:49 AM The spookiest thing around these days is my face in the mirror. Hugga boo, boo hugga. daver

John Fleming December 26, 2015 at 11:59 AM I agree with Debbie...Very Poe like! My very best regards, Daver...And all the best for the New Year! :) john

Debbie Duncan November 23, 2015 at 1:29 PM I like this bit of goth/ Edgar Allen Poe piece. Thanks for reading my Wordsmith featured poem :)

Paul Callus November 20, 2015 at 3:50 PM A very good poem enveloped in a dark and spooky atmosphere. Ideal for All Saints night. // paul

Olive Eloisa Guillermo - Fraser November 20, 2015 at 2:40 AM Daver, like the way you keep the dark mood of the poem: thrill, suspense and intrigue.. the ending just great!~Olive Eloisa =`)

Scott Thirtyseven November 12, 2015 at 9:53 AM You certainly sound spooked. Love the atmosphere. Now as to wheelie bins, an Australian domestic, waste, icon. Basically a wheelie bin is a big square, plastic trash can, with wheels. They should take a weeks worth of rubbish, and the garbage trucks have arms designed to lift them for hands free emptying. I should write a dedication. Maybe after a few beers.

Kelly Deschler November 5, 2015 at 10:03 PM I really enjoyed the dark tone of this poem. Quite chilling and perfect to read on Halloween night! Great writing, Daver!

Andrea Dietrich November 3, 2015 at 6:52 PM this one has a sad foreboding to it. WEll done for the season!!

Kathie Shank October 28, 2015 at 12:23 PM Paints a picture and tells a story. Great imagery. I enjoyed it a lot.