They’d wander round with spectral light, dressed with intent to cause a fright and did once call it Punkie night, You modern tricksters ready to receive, sweet treats upon All Hallows Eve, are pretenders so naive, erzatz witches with no spells to weave. Yet still they go from house to house and door to door […]Read More Punkie Night
The spectre roamed corridors in the deep dark of the night. No living being to scare with wail or knocking or some such fright. The house had stood empty for several years, the owners fleeing from their fears. Leaving building with all contents behind, for out of sight was out of mind. None would again […]Read More Ghost
The clever sheep looked all around, they all had stopped their bleating Where had all the modern buildings gone there was nothing to be seen? More fool them for waiting, for what they thought a bus stop was in fact a time machine! Inspired by; https://wordpress.com/read/feeds/13680591/posts/2386156657Read More Baa?
My gran’s budgie ate Trill, he chewed up the seeds with a will, He was imaginatively called Budgie Boy, a mirror with a bell was his favorite toy, which seemed to give him joy. But when you opened the cage door, he’d fly out and mess on the floor. Then gran to no avail, would […]Read More The Weekly Terrible Poetry Contest – relative.
Carmen was a real firecracker. her parties were not to be missed. But it was a mistake to play strip poker, on the edge of a volcano that hissed. Kyt Suggested by; https://wordpress.com/read/feeds/74951/posts/2266160577Read More Carmen – Three Things Challenge: PL80
Would a tunnel of light lead to heaven? It well might. Does the Tunnel of Love lead to such a thing? It well might. Will a tunnel of books lead to knowledge? Do you need to ask? KytRead More Tunnels
Christmas in Newcastle as a child, Where wind at Whitley Bay blew wild. A scary Santa, white buttons sewn on robe of red, not a nice image to take to bed. Wintry days, coal fires at full tilt, made sure of black dots in every snowman built. Jack Frost drew icy patterns on window […]Read More Christmas when I were a lad!
No-one knew from whence they came, or why indeed they looked the same. Three rolled balls of different size, immobile snowmen without mouth or eyes. The TV news showed on the screen, wintry figures stood where snow before had never been. Desert, jungle, swamp and parched plain, the shapes appeared and did remain. Impervious to […]Read More The snowmen.