from inkdrop – poetry, places and events
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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
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
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.
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
