Midnight on the 31st
By Penny4athought
Thu, 03 Nov 2016
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Orange lights flicker
On Shadows deeply dark
Gnarled limbs twisted
On mutilated bark
Wind whispered secrets
Filter through the leaves
Fireflies winking eyes
Watching in the eaves
Creaking doors and footsteps
The dragging of a broom
Bat’s wings flapping
In droves of flying doom
A cat of black sits watching
from a broken window sill
ghostly in the moonlight
that shines on Hallows Hill
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Hi Penny,
Permalink Submitted by skinner_jennifer on
Hi Penny,
this was so atmospheric to read. The first stanza had me thinking of the very old oak tree which stands in our local forest with its Gnarled limbs which twist around the tree.
Perfect poem for the season I thought.
Jenny.
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Wonderful, Penny. I can
Permalink Submitted by hudsonmoon on
Wonderful, Penny. I can almost hear Vincent Price reciting this.
Rich
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Wow. That is such a great
Permalink Submitted by Penny4athought on
Wow. That is such a great compliment . Thank you.
Penny4athought
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