I catch a noise before I sleep
The whistlers skulk about
Spreading fear skin deep.
Chirruping secret calls,
Hiding behind garden walls.
Disturbing young girls dreams,
I wake with terrifying screams.
I pull a quilt over my head,
Hide a torch beneath the bed.
Prepare to fight for my life
I take Mum’s vegetable knife.
It’s old and blunt, bent a bit
She stabs at spuds in the pot,
To ascertain if they’re soft or not.
Armed, I squeeze Emma tight,
Her yellow suit warm and bright.
She comforts me as I hum
a lulluby learned from Mum.
Doll and me are doing fine
Until music starts keeping time.
Through the crack, behind the bed
I hear the tune, inside my head,
Sweet and soft hardly heard.
Matching me word for word.
Spuriously stuffing notes in a sack
My sleep is wrestled into the black.
Sheets tangle around my legs,
like on the line, around Mummy’s pegs.
I can’t escape, I scream at last,
Sodden sheets and whitened mask.
Tapping her foot beside my bed
Mummy glares, shakes her head.
washed and clean no longer soiled
Tea is made …
Once the
whistling kettle’s
boiled.
For those who want to listen to me speaking the poem click the link below…
https://drive.google.com/file/d/0B7WJ-42kvYrWdGtNM3RBdERHcWpYNlZwcXVxMGctWmVzYXFJ/view?usp=drivesdk
Written for A Halloween poetry competition press here to see all the wonderful enteries here Thank you Auroura for the opportunity.
A little Halloween can go a long way… What were you scared of? Or maybe you still are? leave me a comment I’ll answer quick smart.
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A lovely creepy Halloween poem with a very sweet ending.
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Thank you once more, i appreciate all the support. ๐ญ
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Wonderful!
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Thank you, did you press the link to hear me speak it? Just wondering. X
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I didnโt, but Iโm in a public place! Iโll listen later.
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You don’t have to, truly I was only wanting to know.
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Thank you, p.s. You dont look like tinned pig noses and ears… but you were in my spam ๐ฒ๐ฒ๐
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Very spooky Ellen. Brilliant.
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This was great. Ellen. I enjoyed listening to you bringing it to life ๐
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Oh you listened too, i think you were the first listener. Thank you.
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I get so much more out of it hearing it as you want to convey it, if you know what I mean! That is why I like to do videos of my poems sometimes ๐
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Believe me… nobody needs to see this ole fossil. Haaaha!
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No you are not! I am not exactly a spring chicken, anyway! ๐
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OMG I so remember being a child a feeling that way.
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The mumble from the living room sounded echoey from under the bed… x
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Devils! I was always scared of Devils. ๐ก
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That was very wise! Devils are the worst … ๐๐
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Oh, absolutely!
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Reblogged this on All About Writing and more.
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Thank you your share I hope brings me some new readers to my scribbles of story and poem blog.
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You are welcome!
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