#Fowc #Creepy
Cold dark corners of the house can
Really send shivers up the spine
Especially at night
Ethereal spirits dance among the cobwebs
Passing as they do around the floors
Yet – you’ll only call out – spotting the web’s creator!
Haunted
Not so fun fair
Haunted, Places, PoetrySalford, 15th September 2018
#Promptuarium #funfair
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 II
Acrostic, Ghosts, TreatGood Gravy! It’s cold – said the wolf to his chums
Home’s where we should be, where its not so glum – So
Over to the old haunted house they to go as their
Shivering and eerie forms they glow
Tonight they’ll meet up with their friend for some tea
(and fly around the top of the house for free)
Little Ghost
Ghosts, Poetry, SpookyA poem in response to the prompt
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 hosts have their tea at little ghosts place
the one where the host has a bluish white face
Ghostly
Brevity, Halloween, PoetryAppearances 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.)
