Wordless Wednesday

Blood Red Rose White. Tanka.

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November’s berry red
White roses adorn the bush
Late Autumn low sun
A beautiful colour mix
Harvenger of bleak winter.

The Argument.

Here is  another old  Halloween  poem  this  time  from  2013. I bring it out every year, it’s one of my favourites, so I make no apologies.

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I know that it is  raining,  I can see that it wet

But you are my familiar,  and not a blooming pet!

I have asked you nicely I have even said please

Now go and get me food or I shall infest you with flees.

Excuse me, Lady  Mistress, this does not seem quite right

Just where in my contract does it say I have to work for you at night!

You have run me ragged every minute of today.

I am tired now and my feathers are wet and here in the warm I need to stay.

Pardon me! my fine feathered friend,pardon me my beauty.

I am not requesting, I am demanding that you do your duty.

I am the one in charge not you , I am a tortured soul Vampire.

You do as I bid and don’t argue. Go, go on, What are waiting for. Wet weather attire?

Well Mistress that would not go amiss for I am not a duck,

And if I get lost  you will miss out and that would be such bad luck.

Be Gone! Get out! and find me fresh blood

And if you play your cards right I shall dip you in the stream on your return to remove the mud.girl_gloom_rain_raven_3512_1280x1024

Scream into  the rain

Autumnal Acrostic Poem, and a Halloween Poem.

Here are two Autumnal Poems I wrote back in 2014.

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All the leaves are dancing, swirling down

Undulating  in the breeze round and round

Tumbling  rumblings scratching sound

Urgently  creatures searching for  their stores underground.

Misty mornings, chilly  nights, fireworks after  Halloween moon!

New seasons  Harvest Moon, witches and pumpkin men  will be here soon!

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The sun’s heat  is  waning  and the nights  are drawing in.

Early morning porridge to keep  you warm the cold will nip your skin.

Summer sadly  has taken her up her shoes and left us the dark.

Ready  for the harvest and shorter winter days.

Time to get out  your  winter  coats  and your furry boots

The long  and lazy days  of  summer  have vanished in a haze.

Cars  driving with their lights on early, listen out for their  warning toots!

There might be captive Zombies hidden in their boots!

Interlude: Looking Back…

A beautiful clip from Sue Vincent’s silent Eye Blog.

“The circle opened its heart to welcome me back… and ‘welcoming’ was exactly the feeling Stuart reported later, with a good deal of surprise. It was not what he had expected from the place at all. It is hard to find words that describe it… as if each of the different types of stone… the sarsens, bluestones, gneiss and many others… all sing a different note, but no matter how beautifully they harmonise, their song needs to pass through the human heart in order to be heard, felt and lived. So it was with tears of gratitude streaming… and probably a very silly grin… that we finally entered the circle of stones.”

Read Sue’s beautiful, coming home post at source

Second Year of Witch Taming !

Every Year my friend’s daughter, who lives just up the road from me, puts on a fabulous Halloween display. The last two years she has had trouble with three particularly errant witches! They refuse to be assembled, light up or even dress properly. So I have been enlisted to sort them out. This year I had to take hubby along with me too, to fix the electronics. We were successful, it only took us two hours.

Now some of you may know I am shielding as I am waiting for an operation, (I have been shielding for over four months now….it gets very boring) So the whole family gave me a wide berth and came nowhere near hubby or I . It was definitely an interesting two hours 😂

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Why was I asked to help, because I had been a window dresser in my youth.

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The event this year over two weekends will be totally socially distanced. All money raised will be donated to the Kidney Transplant Organisation

Thursday photo prompt: Glass #writephoto

Today is Thursday and if Sue Vincent was not fighting her own battle she would of set us her weekly #writephoto. So here is one I wrote back in November 2019 .

For visually challenged writers, the image shows a bay with clear, glassy water, reflecting blue sky and clouds. The bay is surrounded by green hills, one of which may be an island in the distance.

Glass.

What lies beneath the surface.

The reflection of Earth’s soul.

It draws you in, swallowing you whole.

The cloudy blue sky full of grace

Look deeper and you will see

The essence of you and me

See in the reflective glass

The beauty of your soul

Let Nature set your goal.

This is part of Sue Vincent’s #writephoto

Be blessed.

Halloween Nightmare.

A Witch’s worse nightmare.

Image from Pixabay

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 Souls 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 are only four days left 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.

#Haikai Challenge #159/#160 (10/10/20): Fall Foliage/Goose (Kari) #haiku #senryu #haibun #tanka #haiga #renga

This week, Frank Tassone asks us to , write the haikai poem of your choice (haiku, senryu, haibun, tanka, haiga, renga, etc.) that states or alludes to either Fall foliage or goose (kari)–or both, if you feel so inclined!

I chose a Tanka.

Photo by Pixabay on Pexels.com

My ears hear Autumn
Mournful honk of a lone goose
Crisp crushing of leaves
I feel the woosh of feathers
Cold rustling in the north wind

This is part of Frank Tassone’s Haikai Challenge.

The A Mused Poetry Contest 9/19 – 9/25/2020

Chelsea Owens has challenged us to have some fun. Rule one below.

Seasons are changing. The Theme is a funny haiku (or, more technically accurate, a senryu) about seasonal change. Spring, fall, summer, winter, autumn; whatever.

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Days are getting short
Gaia’s tempers getting fraught
We just won’t be taught

All rules for this prompt can be found at Chelsea’s post.

Happy Autumn 🍁🍁🍁🍁🍂🍂🍂🍂🍂🍂🍁🍁🍁

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