A cluster of Halloween Nonets .

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One upon  a dark, cold  Halloween

Monsters grew on the face of a

Most beautiful fairy Queen

At her eyes  they clustered

Magic of black Faye

All souls mustered

The Fairy

Queen to

Save.

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She was kind and  gentle,  she was fair

Known for her red eyes and black hair

Dark,sad secrets she must keep

If you knew them you’d weep

She must never love

Due to a curse

From above

Vampire

She

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Trick or  treat the children love  to play

As dark falls on all hallows day

Knock on doors and run away

Ghosts and  ghouls ask for sweets

What tricks will they play

On you on All

Hallows

Day.

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Ronovan Writes #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge 434 BORED and Gourd.

© willowdot21

Cutting out faces
Children don’t lose interest
Make Demonds from gourds.

This is part of Ronovanwrite’s Weekly Haiku Challenge .

Haiku Challenge
Ronovanwrite’s .

Halloween Eve !

A Witch’s worse nightmare.

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It is hard when you’re witch,

Your presence gives polite society an itch.

When you float by in your latest gown

Women scream and men hit the ground.

Now all of the above could be a boon

Were it not Halloween very soon.

It is not my job to please them.

It is enough to make you shout and scream

When your hair looks good on Halloween.

A careless sprite has cleaned my dress

Dabbed away all signs of mess.

No! that really can’t be right,

Looking tidy on All Hallows Eve Night.

To make it worse I just received a call to say

My Vampire friends can’t come and play.

OH! tell me what’s a girl to do

I think I am coming down with flu.

I think I have really lost the plot, that guy over there just told me I look hot!

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Look at me, I look like a fairy,

What’s going on, I should be Bloody Scary Mary!

No, I did not think so,

Eek! I just looked in the mirror where did all my attitude go?

What is a self respecting witch to do

Some pesky imp has used all my goo !

There is only one night until Halloween

And I look like a Fairy Queen.

It gets worse, damn, this just is not fair

None of my rags are fit to wear.

They all make me look stunning .

This is the work of evil and cunning

I guess I shall just have to go and hide

Looking like this, the gossip I’ll never survive.

I shall just climb into a box

And dine on pig’s swill and slops.

I just don’t know what I have done

I even crave a little rest in the sun??

Help, this is not right I am a creature of the night.

Some sneaky sprite has put a hex on me.

The only thing I can do is flee.

Halloween, Acrostic Nonet.

Photo © willowdot21 2019.

Halloween Acrostic Poem.

Hale and hearty ghosts and scary ghouls

Awake October, thems the rules

Lupines greet the harvest moon

Luna rays excite their mood

Over graves mist does swirl

Witche’s cauldrons.

Eperveces

Every

Night.

Jim Adams Song Lyric Sunday. Tactile.

Hi everyone it’s Sunday again and time for Jim Adam’s Song Lyric Sunday. Our prompt this week is– Embrace, Hug, Kiss.

Jim Adams.

I have chosen Wild is the Wind , but not from Nina Simone or the wonderful Johnny Mathis version but The David Bowie version. The words Kiss and Caress are in the lyrics so I reckon I am covered. Anyway this is such a lovely song and this version , as much as I love the others is my favourite.

David Bowie recorded a version of “Wild Is the Wind” for his 1976 album Station to Station. Bowie was an admirer of Simone’s style, and after meeting her in Los Angeles in 1975, he was inspired to record the song for his album. Bowie later said that Simone’s version “really affected me… I recorded it as an hommage to Nina.”

Bowie took special care with the contemporary rock arrangement and production of “Wild Is the Wind”, committing to an emotional and romantic vocal performance, the words drawn out more slowly and with a greater sense of loss, following the 1966 Simone version rather than the Mathis original.

information from Wikipedia.

Love me, love me, love me, love me
Say you do
Let me fly away
With you
For my love is like
The wind
And wild is the wind
Wild is the wind

Give me more
Than one caress
Satisfy this
Hungriness
Let the wind
Blow through your heart
For wild is the wind
Wild is the wind

You
Touch me
I hear the sound
Of mandolins
You
Kiss me
With your kiss
My life begins
You’re spring to me
All things
To me

Don’t you know you’re
Life itself

Like a leaf clings
To the tree
Oh my darling,
Cling to me
For we’re like creatures
Of the wind
Wild is the wind
Wild is the wind

You
Touch me
I hear the sound
Of mandolins
You
Kiss me
With your kiss
My life begins
You’re spring to me
All things
To me

Don’t you know you’re
Life itself

Like a leaf clings
To the tree
Oh my darling,
Cling to me
For we’re like creatures
In the wind
And wild is the wind
Wild is the wind

Wild is the wind
Wild is the wind
Wild is the wind

Source: LyricFind

Songwriters: Dimitri Tiomkin / Ned Washington

Wild Is the Wind lyrics © Reservoir Media Management Inc, Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc

Wild Is the Wind” is a song written by Dimitri Tiomkin and Ned Washington for the 1957 film Wild Is the WindJohnny Mathis recorded the song for the film and released it as a single in November 1957. Mathis’ version reached No. 22 on the Billboard chart. It was nominated for an Academy Award for Best Song in 1958, but lost to “All the Way” by Jimmy Van Heusen and Sammy Cahn from The Joker is Wild.

Happy Sunday Everyone. 💜💜💜

The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS Oct. 29, 2022. Element.

Hi it’s Saturday and time for LindaGHill’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday. This week Linda has told us. “Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “element.” Use it any way you’d like. Have fun!”


Today we are out, helping our eldest son choose a new car. His old one was written off in an accident that was not his fault. So while Ruby and I wait in the comfort of the showroom they are out test driving the car. The place is decorated for Halloween so I have decided to write a Nonet about Elementals and to row in Halloween too.

Elemental.

Earth, wind, fire and air
Lo, these are the stuff of life
Each has a mythical spirit fair.
Man tries to rule them, that brings strife.
Every part of life is ruled by them
Now at this time of Halloween
The elementals conspire to mayhem
All Souls and Spirit unite with Mab their Queen.
Lock the windows and doors against the elementals.

I have just realised a huge error the above is an Acrostic poem not a Nonet at all 💜

Badge by Shelley Krupa..

K.L. Caley’s #writephoto. Fog.

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Merlin and Gail finally left the church as day was breaking, there were people about bustling off to work but no one in the church yard to see them leaving the church. They watched as all the other inhabitants of cemetery melded away like early morning mist. They got into the BMV, Merlin driving this time while Gail got out her laptop and put in all the information Lady Annette had given them. As the drove past the church door they waved to Annette before she disappeared into the shadows.


Morgarna stretched and shuddered as she realised she was still in the dungeon, her powers somehow blocked , she was filthy and cold. Crawling as far as she could across the floor she reached a wall and she pulled herself up. As she stood, every muscle in her body ached…. That was something she had never experienced before. Feeling along the wall she found there was something laying on the ground . Putting her arm down she felt a body! …This one was breathing!
Reaching down she felt a beard, “Hello” she said then she shook the body, then she shouted “HELLO! ” not known for her patience at the best of times she aimed a kick at the sleeping beauty!
“Oi, Oi, just what do you think you are doing” said the not very happy bundle of rags on the floor. “What do you think you are doing disturbing my beauty sleep”
“Urgh? Well I hate to tell you mate it’s not working?”

“Oh! Very funny what have we got here, a jester? Or a talking sow by the smell of it.”
Morgarna pulled leg back to kick again when the rag bag stood up and said “enough woman, who are you”
Morgarna stopped and looked the man in the eyes. “I am Morgarna LeFey and who are you” Looking at the man she could see he was young and actually under the dirt quite familiar and good-looking.
Morgarna leaned in and looked long and hard at the young man with his new beard and asked and who are you?
“John the Blacksmith’s son, Morgarna LeFey”


Merlin and Gail pulled up outside the house, “Are we alone ” Merlin asked waving the E.R. around we don’t need a repeat of last time do we.
Later in the kitchen the two of them discussed all that they had learnt from the ghosts and also what Lady Annette had told them.
“I have all the E.R. readings of John from when he was here and the many trace readings from the cemetery…and you know what Gail he’s an alien from one of Jupiter’s moons, the fifth one Io to be precise. ” Merlin said pouring himself a coffee.
“But” Gail interjected, ” there is no life on Io as you say it’s a moon.”
“Spot on Gail, not in your time or this but this guy is from the future and possibly another solar system… He’s probably visited our solar system and traveled through time causing mayhem. “
“What are we going to do , we’ve not heard a thing from Morgarna since she and that ‘John’ went to see what happened to Annette ” Gail looked worried.
Merlin drained his coffee and looked at his laptop ..” I checked it all out and we lost contact with her about the time Annette was murdered and John was arrested! Also from that moment on something has been blocking Morgarna’s powers. I’ve seen no magic she’s not even conjured up a cigarette for three days…I am slightly concerned”
Gail’s eyes widened ” OMG is she safe…what are we going to do we can’t just wait for her to come back, it sounds like she can’t get in touch with us. “
“Your right Gail , she’s obviously in trouble and she won’t be thinking that straight without her cigarettes” Merlin picked up the keys to the lab .” Come on Gail we are going to go and get her back!”


Morgarna looked at John and said, “You are John the Blacksmith’s son and you were in love with Lady Annette “
“Yes I am and I saw her murdered by the man that looked like me. Then I woke up in here. No one will listen to me, they will kill me soon.. … How do you know who I am and what I saw. “
Morgarna smiled “Well I am from a different time ” waving her hand to silence John who had already lost the thread of what was happening. “Look” she continued “I am here to help you but right now I am invisibly bound and gagged and all my powers have deserted me ” she moved away from John who had started to urinate in the corner ….She had left all that behind her years ago but knew she’d have to get used to bodily functions again.
Touching her head where she had the beginning of a headache she whispered “Merlin help me!! “


“Can I borrow any of these” Gail shouted from Morgarna’s dressing room .
“Yes” replied Merlin , “we are going back six hundred years so go for comfort, layers for warmth, plain coulours and sensible boots “
“Okay” shouted Gail secretly delighted .
“Meet me outside ” Merlin shouted and bring a bag with laptop , COTAS and the E.R. as quick as you can !”.


Merlin was outside waiting, dressed as a druid but with a black hooded cloak and solid walking boots.
“Hey man all suited and booted…will I do?” Gail asked.
Merlin turned to look at her she looked so small, in her dark blue dress under a grey fur hooded cloak and on her feet….Doc Martin boots.
She had a wreath of flowers in her hair and she was carrying a big bag.
“Put the bag under your cloak…that’s it you look the part” Merlin added to himself…you look so young.
Merlin pressed the button on a small handset and the Anomaly arrived.
“Ready” said Merlin….”Ready” echoed Gail.


They landed by a river, further along they could see shadows of trees which the fog was starting to blur. “Oh! My it’s so cold here Merlin where are we”
“We’re in the North of England” Merlin replied getting out his special compass , two miles from the village and it looks like Morgarna is not far either. Let’s head towards the village and see what we can find out. Now don’t say too much and follow my lead”
The two set off into the fog.


In the Dungeon, John was listening opened mouthed as Morgarna explain how she came to be in this filthy hole with him.

Fog – Image by KL Caley.

For visually challenged writersthe image shows a river, further along it you can see some shadows of trees which the fog is starting to blur.

THIS IS PART OF K.L. CALEY’S #writephoto Fog.

Ronovan Writes Sijo Wednesday Poetry Challenge #33. Use WINNING as your inspiration this week.

She has a winning way with her, as gentle as Spring as vibrant as Summer.
To come first every season green and verdant or pink in the first flush of bloom.
A winning combination.

Ronovan Writes Sijo Challenge Image

Part of Ronovanwrite’s Weekly Sijo Challenge.

Shattered , Silence, Light and Lives. WordlessWednesday #Photography

Part of Hugh’s Wordless Wednesday

One liner Wednesday: Night.

© willowdot21

Night is dark, but not as dark as my mood.

©willowdot21.

This is part of LindaGHill’s One-Liner Wednesday

Ronovan Writes #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge 433 PUMPKIN and Spice.

© willowdot21 & ©hotpinkwellingtons.

Scoop out orange flesh
Pumpkin face Jack-o’-lantern.
Mixed with spice hot soup.

Haiku Challenge
Ronovanwrite’s .

Part of Ronovanwrite’s Weekly Haiku.

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