2011 Poetry Theme Challenges

#20 A Little Superstition




Hello Poets;

Staying with the supernatural of the last theme challenge, I thought as it is Halloween it would be an ideal opportunity to examine superstitions both spooky and otherwise. What are the superstitions from your childhood that you carry with you now, or local beliefs and traditions unique to where you live.

Superstition

My cat washes
with her left paw,
there will be another war.

For I have observed
that whenever she washes
with her left paw
international tension grows
considerably.

How can she possibly keep her eye
on all the five continents?
Could it be
that in her pupils
that Pythia now resides
who has the power
to predict
the whole of history
without a full-stop or comma?

Itís enough to make me howl
when I think that I
and the Heaven with its souls I have
shouldered
in the last resort
depend
on the whims of a cat.

Go and catch mice,
donít unleash
more world wars,
damned
lazybones!

Marin Soresco
Good Luck with your Quilling!

Jemmy
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A Little Superstition



Maryse Achong

Folklore

Kathy Anderson

Chill

Divena Collins

Olde Country Beliefs

Jem Farmer

A Spooky Sonnet



Maryse Achong

Folklore

A ball of fire streaking through the night
Halloween trick you may want to believe;
But think again as you behold this sight,
This is no trick pulled from magicianís sleeve,
In fact this might well be the time to leave.
The Soucouyant is on her nightly prowl,
Listen you might just hear her high pitched howl.

Deep in the woods Douens come out to play,
Strange little faceless creatures roaming free,
They donít belong to this world, stay away!
Small backward feet with heels where toes should be,
They call to other children gleefully.
Sometimes at night you hear their mournful cry,
Shut doors and windows tight danger is nigh.

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Kathy Anderson

Night Dance

In the dark a dance begins
Begun at dawn of time, they say,
And say again each full moon's wax
For wane comes upon the midnight's tax
To collect the debt of nights long play.

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Divena Collins

Olde Country Beliefs

Many years ago when time passed on
Within Pagan times of olde superstition
A medieval man cut down a field of corn
Which rendered it beyond recognition
A prolific harvest rewarded his salvation
An old superstition, with staunch beliefs
Previously planted from a plaited sheaf
Gathering corn by the length of his arm
To weave and plait an ornamental wreath
He sacredly bowed to worship this charm
Come next spring he shalt plant on the heath
Last years corn dolly seeds spread beneath
To ensure success for next years harvest
Superstition revived and fertility bless'd.



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Jem Farmer

A Spooky Sonnet

From the dark abyss comes the girl each night,
I see her move in shadows of the room,
I feel her presence like a shaft of light
And a chasm of despair meets with gloom,
As a dreadful fear fills my heart with doom,
Before I first feel her, icy fingers touch,
In the misty smoke of incense and smutch.
She speaks of all her unfilled hopes and dreams,
This nocturnal girl, deprived of her life,
Now exists only in the midnight streams,
As her whispered sadness cuts air as a knife,
So young she was yet knew the worst of strife,
And I do not scream but hold her cold hand
Until she returns to the spirit land.



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