Light in Darkness

Salford 17th October 2020

#Octpowrimo

Outside in the darkness

the spirits dance under the LED Nights

that cast their lights over the tarmac road

shadowy forms skip and hop over kerb and walk

while the cats on the doorstep look on

as the night sky twinkles with the far off light

and constellations watch the night time boogie

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

Eerie

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Eerie, by Brian F Kirkham

 

The most frightening thing about Halloween – Nothing’s going on!

No cars moving down main street

No children around saying “Trick or Treat”

Not a sound of a Movement in the midnight air

Look out of the window – there’s nobody there

but floating through air – the willow-the-wisp

telling tales of fairies in the sky cold and crisp

followed by friends of the cold dark wood

and you cant hear them sing – even though you should

the eeriest thing this whole Halloween

the most lifeless street that you’ve ever seen

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

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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.