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2012 Poetry Theme Challenges

#18 Witches, Ghouls and Toffee-apples




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
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Witches, Ghouls and
Toffee-apples



Kathy Anderson

Blind Faith

Terry Clitheroe

Ballad of the Night
Everything Changes
Value the Blackness
Visitors

Divena Collins

Blessed Be
Devils Eye
Halloweens Witch
Samhaim
Sorcerers Cat

Jem Farmer

Trick or Treat
Witches Take Flight



Kathy Anderson

Blind Faith

Blind 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.



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Terry Clitheroe

Ballad of the Night

Introduction (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.

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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.



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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.



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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.



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Divena Collins

Blessed Be

Black 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.



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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.



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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.



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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.



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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.



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Jem Farmer

Trick or Treat

Children 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.

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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.



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