The Violinist.

Following each other  like rats they ran

0ut of the subway and in to the rain , as one man.

Only to be halted in their flow

By the strains of the most wonderful music they would ever know.

There she stood, radiant in red, locked in space and time.

The music she play  was making all the wrongs of the world just fine.

Beautiful she was from her head to her toes

Playing the music that will enslave all, where ever she goes!

So out of the underground they came drawn by her music her sweet refrain.

She moved off from the entrance onto the street and into the rain

Those that followed her? Well sadly they were never seen again!

You can still hear her music on the quieter of nights

As she moves through the stations. People ignore her music

for they know if they listen things no longer will be right!

Another  oldie revamped from 2013



The Spirit of Halloween.

I am the the spirit of Halloween

The most beautiful fright  you have ever seen.

I am no sprite or fairy Queen

No I told you I am  the spirit of halloween.

 

Look into  my eyes tell me what do you see.

You might see you  but you won’t see me.

You are under my spell now, you are no longer free.

Medusa? No I told you I am  the spirit of Halloween.

 

Peachy lips, that may be but there are spiders and maggots hiding in me.

If I open my mouth what would you see .

Shall I show you now ? Then watch you flee.

Shall I? No I told you I am  the spirit of Halloween.

 

Are you joining me for trick or treat.

We could eat the children that we meet

I can hypnotize  them with my blue, blue eyes

You can smother their pointless cries.

Did you think I was joking, incapable of being mean?

No I told you I am  the spirit of Halloween.

Are  you leaving was it something I said

My eyes are devouring you slowly it is ages since I fed!

Oh! Look at you , well you can’t because I have already eaten you head!

I am the the spirit of Halloween

The most beautiful fright  you have ever seen.

I am no sprite or fairy Queen

No I told you I am  the spirit of Halloween.

Stream of Consciousness Saturday: Which,Witch,Wich.

This week LindaGHill our favourite author from Life in Progress said : 

Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is: “which/witch/wich.” Start your post with the word “which” and try to fit the word “witch” in somewhere if you can. Bonus points if you use a word that ends in “wich.” As an added rule this week, you will lose all the points you’ve ever earned if you type “which witch is which.
Rules and Pingback Here

Image from Pixabay

Which,Witch,Wich

Which way to the daylight

Asked the goblin of the sprite.

We need to know, as the dark is best

Shadows and dungeons beat the rest.

A huge cauldron of smelly tar and pitch.

Prosided over by an equally smelly witch! 

With blood to drink and green goo

Intrails, severed limbs and doggy pooh!

Oh I love a Halloween party which

Includes slim cake and pumpkin sandwich.

SEVEN DAYS. SEVEN BLACK AND WHITE PHOTOS DAY 3 Again

‘SEVEN DAYS. SEVEN BLACK AND WHITE PHOTOS OF YOUR LIFE.

NO PEOPLE. NO EXPLANATION. CHALLENGE SOMEONE NEW EACH DAY’


Today, I challenge  Paul Militaru

Copy and paste the above discription with your photos and tag me so I see your entry.

😊

Thanks to Ritu at But I Smile Anyway who nominated me Tuesday.

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