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2012 Poetry Theme Challenges#18 Witches, Ghouls and Toffee-apples |
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Hallowe'en is once again upon us, time flies faster than this witch's broomstick these days.
Whether we trick-or-treat or have deep meaningful conversations with the dear ones poetry can reflect it.
So for this challenge it is spookiness, vampires and werewolves or the lightheartedness of Jack O'Lantern
I am looking for. Samhain blessings to you all Jemmy XXXX |
Witches, Ghouls and |
Kathy AndersonBlind faith was what led her to the fields To blend a special dark brew that death sealed, As each generation of witch carries this shield. Eyes shielded from despair can only wear A webbed banner about shoulders that dare To harken to the old songs chanted there. In fields of black and yellow decay See no light in forevers twilight way Gone from archaic sun by moons sway She sways by Liliths might on wings Of blind faith born in cauldrons ring A stew of wond'rous power, life it brings To the lines of ancestors rebirthed On earthly plains each Octobers loosed Again to dance with shadows ne'er dread.  back to list |
Terry ClitheroeIntroduction (A Sestina Sonnet) And on the last day the word created flesh and in its madness the flesh created fear, but the flesh could not fear itself or fear alone and so the flesh created fear of the night and from that fear was created nights creatures The horned bloodsucking slavering creatures red eyed beasts their talons seeking your flesh. You waken and remember your fear of the night. The creatures awaken and remember your fear, and stealthy movements in the house all alone The creatures sense your fear and know you're alone It makes no difference, you made these creatures Your breathing hardens, your eyes widen in fear But tis no use your, flesh is feeding the night Part 1 Now the creature you created is clawing at your door, its tasted blood, its tasted flesh and now its seeking more. It feeds on pain, it feeds on fear it needs to taste your throat. you have created this dreadful thing your fear so cheaply bought. And now the moon and the night helps to feed your fear. This creature that you alone made seeks the life that you hold dear. Now the clouds cover the moon the night becomes more black, You cannot now call back your fear, there is no turning back. Part 2 The sounds of night, the noisy night now help to feed your fear Then you hear it, something's changed, silence, loud and clear. You listen close, you listen hard the silence is complete your breathing stops, you start to sweat you hear your hearts loud beat. Then the wind picks up and blows black clouds across the sky in that moment in time you realise that you or it must die. Now fear takes o'er, its icy touch sending shivers down your spine you see your bloody body stripped laid out on evils shrine. Part 3. You hear a creature outside your room and can smell its fetid breath Its hideous stench now fills the air with promises of death. The charnel house from which it spawned cast off from evils womb now seeks to feed on your human flesh and drag you to its tomb. The stench grows great as rotting graves eject their hideous content. Seeking your body, seeking your mind, your eternal soul to torment. The final stench, that of hell itself now pervades the room. Your eternal soul is now at risk and with it, eternal doom. Part 4. Now moving shadows torment you and play upon the wall the hungry creature of the night on your throat will seek to fall. Stalking, it moves about the room teasing you with its presence its muzzle high, sniffing the air savouring your essence. In the freezing air circling round your bed you see its panting breath. Soon, very soon you begin to realise, that you'll be facing death. You cannot move, you cannot scream your paralysed with fear. Your mind is making frantic sounds that only you can hear. Part 5 "Oh God" you pray "my God please help and save me from this beast" and dive beneath the covers warm hiding from its hungry feast. But God is day and this is night He cannot hear your cries You smell the stench of countless graves where the rotting corpses lies The covers are drawn you are exposed and then you smell its breath Your screams for help are pointless now as you see the face of DEATH. ----- Everything Changes Turn back in fear tis not your night No human is welcome in this place. If not in fear then respect our right That once a year we show "Our Face". No human is welcome in this place As the environment changes awhile, And once a year we show our face An appearance you think may be vile. As the environment changes awhile, Creatures appear you wouldn't believe. An appearance you think may be vile That only madness could conceive. Creatures appear you wouldn't believe. But "All Hallows" is such a night That only madness could conceive, And create an opposite to your right. But "All Hallows" is such a night If not in fear then respect our right Creating an opposite to your right Turn back in fear tis not your night.  ----- Value the Blackness (French) Value the blackness of the night Its power to absorb all things Whilst others come into our sight We are never sure what that brings. Its power to absorb all things The uncertainty of what's occurred We are never sure what that brings Or frightened by the sounds heard. The uncertainty of what's occurred Yet still our minds pay senseless heed. Or frightened by the sounds heard The colds contractions' a normal deed. Yet still our minds pay senseless heed Normal light and colours don't exist. The colds contractions' a normal deed Hold power for a spiritual tryst. Normal light and colours don't exist Whilst others come into our sight. Hold power for a spiritual tryst And value the blackness of the night.  ----- Visitors (Malaysian) Here, take your sweets and drinks my dears And taste the best of flesh and blood Go ahead, eat and drink it all my dears You know it all will do you good. Here taste the best of flesh and blood I gathered it all myself. You know it all will do you good It's all fresh and good for your health. I gathered it all myself Specially for All Hallows night. It's all fresh and good for your health Go on dears just take a little bite! It's special for All Hallows night But not many children come here Go on dears just take a little bite, Don't run away there's nought to fear.  back to list |
Divena CollinsBlack is the night that surrounds a full moon Putrid the stench from a black ladled spoon Reeking of blood from a relentless racoon. Louder the call of the black feathered raven Screeching of an owl that protects his haven That surrounds the witches fearless of coven. Deep in the heart of a dense woodland glade The twigs for the cauldron are carefully laid As the witches of All Hallows masquerade. Be not afraid of their ancient celebration They shall fly high within perfect formation For one of them could be your past relation.  ----- Devils Eye Black are the skies of hallowed eve Soon awakens the spirits of death A dark vision with a spell to weave Never no more to take a breath. Soon awakens the spirits of death To walk the night within his spell Never no more to take a breath Death shall be cast as a living hell. To walk the night within his spell He haunts the souls of the weak Death shall be cast as a living hell For the devil shall prey on the meek. He haunts the souls of the weak A dark vision with a spell to weave For the devil shall prey on the meek Black are the skies of hallowed eve.  ----- Halloweens Witch Go you first to knock at the old witches door I did last year and I shall never any more Even though she makes toffee by the score. Toffee apples were never quite on my mind Though she appeared to be extremely kind This halloween witch was too perfect a find. I should never knock at her door in the dark However many of her hounds that may bark For anger awaits naughty children who lark. She's busy I know upon this Halloween eve Lord knows the curse she has up her sleave They say she's quite nice if you can believe. She rides on a broomstick within dead of night A silhouette so dark in the mystic moons light And laughs aloud when she appears in sight. So you can knock first I would rather go last If anything happens it shall be me that runs fast Though I heard she has run out of spells to cast.  ----- Samhain Add blood to cauldron upon this all hallows night Let spells from the darkness smother all the light Whilst tongue`s cast spells from witches in flight. Black is the sky within the bleakness that looms Darkened by the evils of the warlords and broom Hidden within shadows that then spoke of doom. Harken to the screech as the raven cries death Who breathed the very last of his cursed breath As he lay down bewitched upon an earthen heath. All is very strange upon this blessed Hallow`s eve, Phantoms and demons within past ghostly weave Relive upon this fantasy of whatever they believe. Gifts they received forever begging for more Tapping the knocker of yet another front door For fruits of the seasons they forever bore.  ----- The Sorcerers Cat Black as night is the cat of the witch Shades of jaded green eyes Retracted her claws without a cause As she awaits her sourcerers cries. Spirits she shared with heart and soul Developing her ritual flair Without a cause retracted her claws Warning to victims she will impare. Black as the night with no moon or stars Black as her robed enchanter Retracted her claws without a cause Black shines the coat of a panther.  back to list |
Jem FarmerChildren come knocking on every door, Expectations demanding more and more, Sweets and treats don't pay like they did before. A ghostly sheet rippling on windy nights, And vampire teeth giving adults the frights, But bobbin' for apples remains out of sight. Witches and reapers ring the ding-dong bell, Trails of candy blood mixed with wild hair gel, Trick or treat; a fun-filled night spent in hell. ----- Witches Take Flight From death comes life as the old year comes to end, And the seasons turn to their wintery wend, The Wheel of the Year follows no fashion trend. A witch's spell calls to the spirits long gone, In sacred rite as gusts of wind swell and moan, Such is the power of all that they have known. Jack O'Lantern calls to children through the night, A pumpkin glows in flickering candlelight, With a trick or a treat as witches take flight.  back to list |
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