Blood torn, hacked fingers
mandolin trashed
chunky cheese will do
Spirits rise in darkness
never seeing tall trees
souls spatter the ground
Halloween kisses
temporary sweetness
on a blackened tongue
Shrieks from the outhouse
goblins scurry laughing
pinecones replaced newspaper
Bats, spiders, rats
smoke rises, nostrils twitch
Igor cooks tonight
Tombstones creak and moan
bonie fingers grasp air
bassist needed in the graveyard
Creatures hide in shadows
larger then life
til dawns' illumination
this would have read well in the shifting shadows of the Inferno.
ReplyDeleteLove your ponderings
It's always a treat reading your work Cheryl. The consumate Ponderer! :-)
ReplyDeleteThank you Sonya, I just couldn't a rhythm I liked for the Inferno, next time though :)
ReplyDeleteHehehehehe, o dat I am Rogue :D
Cheryl
Hi Cherl,
ReplyDeleteA great poem! Thank you for sharing it :)
Dan
Sorry, I left the 'y' from your name... sorry for the typo
ReplyDeleteNooooooo worries Dan :) Thank you for your kind comment from down under ;) Cheryl
ReplyDeleteShrieks from the outhouse?
ReplyDeleteOh no !!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Howdy from Hollydale :-)
You know the kind when you're sitting there pondering & the biggest spider known to humankind lands on your lap, hehehehehehe
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