“Twas halloween night and well it had been
till falling asleep and hell it then seemed...
I was sitting at home all by myself
Suddenly my eyes were drawn to the shelf
The clock had grown a vile, gruesome green face
A long pointed nose, with teeth a disgrace.
It started to speak with an eerie sound
The voice echoed, bouncing off walls all round
Houselights started to dim and to flicker
Scared I instantly went all aquiver.
Someone took my hand and led me upstairs
Afraid, I whispered “save me” in prayer
Waiting up there were ghouls and ghastly ghosts
Skeletons wearing long black overcoats.
A mist rolled in and so did vampire bats
Then came terrifying, creepy black cats
Witches flew in through windows on broom sticks
Yelling and screaming at me, "treat or tricks."
Couldn’t speak or bellow, just slunk to the floor
Passed out because I couldn't take any more
I woke and my mother was standing there
"Darling" she said "you have had a frightmare."
...so I wrote a poem on the dream theme.
Written: 15th October 2020
.....and so I wrote a poem Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: John Lawless
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Categories:
houselights, dream, fear, halloween,
Form: Rhyme
There we were, my coffee cup and I
secluded in the corner booth
where flights of new realities,
my own created children, rose and soared
and readily transmogrified, touched down
and died according to my will.
I loved them all.
They were my fleet of consciousness
and altogether temporal,
yet in their frailty could darken houselights,
raise their stage to hide the universe
and for the nonce assume totality.
A single wisp of thought came through
and it was no surprise to be aware
that the professor with his pipe,
tweed coat and frowzy hair
now sat across and looking at me
quizically, but not disposed
to answer any questions
I was eager to propose, though I
had read his latest book, and knew
his vast research could lead me
down the path I wished to go.
For the moment I could merely know
he was my august puppet, not my key
to magic chests of insight... that he shared
the wisdom of the academes
that I once listened to,
and who would only point the way.
My cup was empty; I snapped back
and saw the room return, and it was time
to kill him off in tenderness. "You know"
he said, as he began to fade,
"I cannot help but go out wondering,
what kind of God are you?"
~
Categories:
houselights, fantasy, universe,
Form: Free verse