Not so fun fair

Salford, 15th September 2018

#Promptuarium #funfair

notsofunfair

The park wasn’t the same since the incident

the big wheel now sits there alone

the funfair moved on – down the road to another town

no explanation given, and silence from its visitors

as gory decoration sways from the wheel

in the northern wind

 

Little Ghost

A poem in response to the prompt

Ghost

A little ghost went out to play

but found the children ran away

when he appeared that hallowed night

and wondered what gave them a fright

He’d been sat all alone in that old spooky house

with no one to speak to but a passing mouse

who after seeing our friend with a squeak

ran off quickly with nowt but an eeek!

But then one night of All Hallows’ eve

an old black cat, was playing in leaves

he had spotted the little ghosts ghostly head

and decided to play in his house instead.

And the old black cat, brought his chums along too,

chanting and wailing and all going boo!

And the ghosties and ghouls that lived round the place

made friends with the ghost with the bluish white face

So when you see trails on All Hallows’ eve

dont be frightened or worried and just believe

as the ghosts have their tea at little ghosts place

the one where the host has a bluish white face

Ghostly

Appearances in a darkened room
can be deceptive to the naked eye

Old Cats, (and sometimes bats)
fly through an old house (in search of a mouse)

At night, in the light, of a midnight moon
it’s not only Owls that fly

So don’t take flight – when something white
suddenly shows up, at night.

(It’s only the old owner, passing by.)