Fantasy

#SoCS #Fan

Salford 6th June 2020

For many years , i’ve been a fan of the fantasy genre.

as Local folk writers with hi tales of mystical lands

near to, or in the vicinity of my home garden

terrific and tantalizing tales of witches and wizards

all playing round in a coppice or wood

some tales are close to the truth –

those up the road by the pennines will tell you that. And

you’ll hear the ghosts and ghouls every time all hallows eve comes about

and enjoy letting your imagination go wild

All Hallows Eve

A post in response to this weeks #Writephoto prompt from

Sue Vincent (at SCVincent.com)

The wicker man had a party

before the angels landed

The wicker man was worried

he thought he’d be reprimanded

See opposite the church ,

he’d built a great wood pyre

something for the ghouls and ghosts

to be inspired

The fire was lit, and around they did dance

taking the time to have fun for a chance

and they did all this before the sunrise

taking the angels by surprise

But up in the heavens, God he did Smile

and left the ghosts and ghouls play for a while

for instead on all saints day when they thought they would creep

they’d be back in their beds, sound asleep

Old Moggy Mew

31st October 2016

A poem for Halloween – written by yours truly.

Artwork composed using Colorfy

Old Moggy Mew

By Brian F Kirkham

Cat.jpg

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 Little Ghosts Tale

This piece appeared in the forward poetry anthology “Darkest Before Dawn”.  Thought i’d share it here….

A little ghost came out to play
but found the children ran away
When he appeared that Hallowed Night
He wandered what gave them a fright

He’d been alone in that old spooky house,
with no one to talk to but a passing mouse
who after seeing little ghost wi a squeak
ran off quickly with an eek!

But then one night of New Years Eve,
an old black cat, were playing in leaves…
He spotted little ghosts ghostly head
and decided to play in his house instead.

And the old black cat, brought his chums too
chanting and wailing and all going BOO!
and the ghosties and ghouls all round the place
made friends with the ghost wi’ the bluish white face

So when you see trails on All Hallows Eve,
Don’t be frightened, Don’t worry, Just believe
as the ghosts have their tea at Little Ghosts Place,
the one where the host has a bluish white face.

http://allpoetry.com/poem/11245065-The-Little-Ghosts-Tale-by-InkdropK