Wordless Wednesday – Soulful (googly) Eyes

Pat

10/12/22

Cheesecloth Ghost

wee ones afoot

the caldrons abrewing

scare them well-

cheesecloth ghost

Pat R

10/21/20

For Eugi’s Weekly poetry challenge where the prompt is “Ghost”. To participate or just to read other entries go here.

Eugi’s Weekly Prompt – “Ghostly” – October 19, 2020 👻

Monsters

Over at dVerse Poets, Björn is talking monsters. We should come up with a poem with voice of the monster that scare us the most.

In my case, I can’t put a name on it because:-

I don’t believe in monsters
Never did
I don’t watch scary movies
Never did
They seep into my consciousness
Always did
They run around in my dreams
The monsters do
I don’t believe in monsters
Never did?

Pat R

11/01/17

 

Spooky & Night

spooky is the night
all is on deck for the fright
come monsters take flight!

Pat R

10/30/17

For
Ronovan Writes Haiku: Spooky & Night

 

Shape & Mist

emerging from mist
ghouls goblins and mischief
shapes of halloween

Pat R

10/04/17

For Colleens Weekly Poetry Challenge

https://colleenchesebro.com/2017/10/03/colleens-weekly-poetry-challenge-no-53-mist-shape/

&

Daily Haiku Challenge

Lavish – #DailyHaikuChallenge

Trick

spells abound true, false
painted pumpkins treats no tricks
witch’s caldron brews

Pat R

10/31/16

For Haiku Horizons

&

https://booknvolume.com/2016/10/18/lavish-dailyhaikuchallenge/

Shadows

Prompt –
Magnetic Poetry Saturday Challenge: All Hallows’ Eve Poetry Slam

“I am in truth the Steppenwolf that I often call myself;
that beast astray that finds neither home nor joy nor nourishment
in a world that is strange and incomprehensible to him.”~ Herman Hesse, Steppenwolf ~

shadows trudge
through mist and moon light –
whispering

Pat R

10/29/16

For Elusive Trope @ Specks and Fragments

#MPSC, Magnetic Poetry Saturday

Spirits

Photo: public domain

on the edge of sleep
shadows lurk at the foot of
my bed
spirits tickle my feet

PR

10/31/15

Ghost Stories

(From public domain)

 The prompt at OctPoWriMo ask that we let a photo inspire a story poem. The photo took me back to childhood at night time under the light of the summer moon …and ghost stories by my dad!

GHOST STORIES

from dusk through
the light of the full moon
we huddle for ghost stories
clinging and squealing
through the scary parts
eyes searching the dark
for shimmering figures
papa at the helm spinning yarns
pulled from thin air
the sweet smells of
sweet potato pudding
baking in outdoor oven
crackle of the wood fire on the bottom
mini blaze of coconut shells
yielding low hiss of blue flames on top
provides intermission from goolish yarns

PR

10/25/15

OctPoWriMo

Coney Island

CONEY ISLAND 

At season’s end
Rides packed up for hibernation
Ocean hugs the shores without interruption free reign unto itself

Wistful wanderings along the boardwalk
Another season gone
Collars up locals snuggled in deep
Summer scarfs will no longer do

With Holloween in the wings
Fall has come to the beach
With the winter next in line

PR

10/28/14