The Inkwell
#Socs #Halloween #Trick #Treat
No lanterns coming to the front porch
No ghosts floating past the door
No Vampires not worrying ’bout their canines
No Werewolves coming to explore
The street is surprisingly quiet
the children all indoors
as parents keep them from bugs in the air
and other nasty spores
But there’s bobbing apples a plenty
and games in the family house
and treats and the telly, filling their bellies
till they all have to be quiet as a mouse
Lights in the window
allowing ghosts and ghouls , big or small
nice or naughty
to join in with Halloween fun
even those who float about have a
right royal time – with those who are just dressed up
not that you would notice!
#Socs #Medium
Man in the middle
expecting to receive a
defininate message
in the air around him
unless he’s disturbed
messages from the angels and spirits come quick
#Fowc #Scary
Some might say your
Common garden horror flick at Halloween is enough to
Accelerate your heart beat – but
Really, it’s after the festivities of Christmas and New Year
You’ll really scream out – stay off the scales!
#fowc #basket
behind each little basket on Halloween night
a little munchkin , male or female, in a
spooky costume, and as the treats
keep on coming this receptacle
eventually fills all the way to the top
toffees, sweets and chocolates for spooky visitors
All Hallows eve, Salford 2017
Maybe it was a ghost that paid a visit
yesterday – but if that’s the case
some ghost has a taste for cocoa and cookies
taken from my suppertime plate
each cookie now resembling a crescent moon
reduced levels in the cocoa mug
yes its a puzzle – whodunnit ?
Entering an empty house can be
Enough to make the most brave of people shiver
Rickety gates and floorboards don’t half make a noise
If the wind travels over them, it’s like something is there
Expecting you, but there’s nothing to be seen
Mural on a warehouse wall in Old Trafford,
A moment in time.
Not the original – merely a humble
Copy ,
Holding the
Essence or
Spirit of the area around it
Together for all those who live there to
Enjoy it – namely the
Residents
31st October 2016
A poem for Halloween – written by yours truly.
Artwork composed using Colorfy
Old Moggy Mew
By Brian F Kirkham
Old Black cat sits on the broken stone step,
waiting for his owner to appear.
She’s taken to the air in flight
the midnight sky is clear.
And as the stars they move about
A feathered friend appears
An Owl coming from the above loft
“Hello, Cat” he cheers…
somethings brewing on the hill
the ghosts are gathering – feel the chill
moggy mew looks out into hallowed stars
and spots his owner from up there afar
she hovers down softly – and mew leaps on the broom
and with a twitch of the stock – it moves with a zoom
flying cross country and farm and on ranch
as mew holds on tight to the magical branch.
The change in the seasons
It leaves you cold
as you make your way
walking through the woods
First frosts paint delicate crystals
across fallen tree leaves
they crunch underfoot
as you make your way home
as jack frost paints
you pull at your coat
wrapping your scarf
tight round your throat
A noise in the distance
and heart goes a quiver
there’s no one around
and in fear you do shiver.
