RonovanWrites Weekly #Haiku Poetry Prompt Challenge #259 Super&Strange

Strange noises at night

Spooky happenings take flight

Supernatural


This is part of Ronovanwrite’s Weekly Haiku Challenge.

Thursday photo prompt: Monochrome #writephoto

This is my entry for Sue Vincent’s Thursday Photo Prompt.

Stormy skies matched the house. The scene, perfect monochrome.

As she approached she asked herself when did this place cease to be a home.

Times of banquets, times of joy

Times to be bold, times to be coy.

Fearsome battles and subdefuse

Choose your side wisely or you will lose.

Secrets hidden within these walls

Footstep echos of ghosts in the halls.

Children’s voices long since hushed

Love affairs and feuds all crushed.

The house grows old , she alone will remain.

Bound by fate to watch in pain.

Stormy skies matched the house. The scene monochrome.

When did this place cease to be a home.

#writephoto.

Thursday photo prompt: Shadows #writephoto

This is my entry for Sue Vincent‘s #writephoto, Shadows.

Thoughts of a Ghost.

Am I awake or is this dream

There is no colour, everything monochrome.
Shadows lengthen belying the scene.

I am cold and a long way from home.

I cannot move I cannot speak

My mind is confused and my is body weak .

The Bedlam of war is strangely hushed.

Am I here, dieing alone

I try to move I know I must

Around me the spirits of fallen friend and foe.

The detritus of war, we lie dead with nowhere to go.

Colleen’s Weekly Tanka Tuesday Poetry Challenge No. 104, Happy October – “Poets Choice of Words”

Today is the first of Colleen Chesebro‘s Tuesday Tanka Challenges this month and so we can pick our own words.

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Well I am going for an Etheree this week and as it is October of course it’s got to be ghostly. My words to be used Synonymously are Ghost and Purgatory.

Trapped

A soul

In torment

Banished always

From the light of love

Invisible, watching

Only heartache and deep pain

Endless agony no escape

All you can do is watch afar

Forgotten, unloved a tormented soul.

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Twittering Tales #42 25July 2017

This week  Kat Myrman of  Like Murcury Colliding has given us a fabulously spooky photo prompt of an ex civil war hospital now hotel, in Savannah. Now my son went to Savannah in March this year and is returning in September.  Anyway enough of the chatter. 

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The Marshall House in Savannah, Georgia – Photo by Kat Myrman

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Let me show you your room
Don’t be afeared of the gloom

The light switch is over  here

You don’t like this room, I don’t  give a damn my dear !

140 characters.

The Day After Halloween

November  the  first and  he had  been left  behind

All witches, ghouls  and  ghost  had  returned home

Gone  every imp  and  devil, he  alone the  only  remaining of his kind.

Here amid  the  humans, what  was he  to  do  alone.

 

He roamed  the  streets, haunted  the parks, prowled  the  shopping centre

He hung around  the  schools  looking  for like  souls to play  with

He messed up children’s  rooms, upset teenagers, no door he couldn’t  enter.

He was  so lonely  and  bored  nothing on this  earth  any  joy  could give.

 

After  a  while  when  the  demons  roll was called, finally he  was  missed

All hell was let  loose  where was  the  boy,  the  haunted  soul

Who would comfort him, could  a human  sooth him like a vampire  kisssed

Would  angels  find him  and  steal his  evil and make him something whole.

 

So out  the  went  the hoards  of hell to search  the  world and search it  well

All  this  fuss  for just one  boy, because the  devil loves  his  own

The loss on Halloween was  more than he could bare,an  empty  space in  hell

Out  the Furies  went, they  found him and  took him  home.

 

 

Halloween: A trio of Nonets.

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.

If we were having Coffee: Chateaux and ghosts

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Boussay Chateau

Welcome  everyone  especially  Sheri  who  arrived  last  night  sleeping  bag  in  hand.  Now  I  have  explained  that  the  internet is  very  sketchy  around  here, in  the Rhone  Alps!

Now  I  have  decided  that  we  shall  travel back  to  Boussay  and  that  beautiful  Chateau  that I  felt  so  sorry  for! Let’s  bring it  to life  for  a  few  hours  if  only  virtually. We  can  throw  cushions  and  drapes  around  ,  maybe  you  could  all  bring  your own! We  can  have a  party  here  a  tea  party  and  breath  some  virtual  life into  the  sad  empty  place.

Don’t  worry  everything  is  as it  always  is  with tea  and coffee  from all over  the world not to mention all our cakes  and muffins  and  as Paul  calls  them sweets! Every single  one  is  calorie  free! Plus of course  we now have spirits  and liquors  to warm the coldest of  you.

If we were having  Coffee: I would ask  you what  has been going on in your world this week, has  anything  deeply affected  you, have  you need a sympathetic ear, a shoulder to cry  on or  just  needed someone  to make  you laugh! If  yes  feel free to talk it out  here  with us. We will all help if  we can.

Lets  join  everyone  here  and  all the  other  “IF  WE  WERE  HAVING  COFFEES”

If we were having Coffee: I would  remind  you  that  there  are lots of  other  coffee mornings  all shared  and organized  By  Diana  and  Gene’O  over at,Part time monster

Paul who is  over  at  Mark Bialczak   in Syracuse this  week  and  all this  month. So  don’t  forget  to visit  him  over  there! I  shall be  later!

If  we  were having  coffee: I would  welcome  you  to  this  wonderful place  and  ask  you how  you have  all been. Now  although  we  are  not  still in  Boussay   my  thoughts  are  dragged  back  there  by  the  beautiful  but  empty  Chateau. The owner  who  was 95yrs  old  and  lived in  two  rooms  of  the  Chateau  toward  the  end of  his  life  only  died in  May  of  this year….. imagine  that  old  man alone in  a huge  chateau  with  all his  memories  and ghosts.

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Now  If  we  were  having  coffee : although  we are in  a wonderful  place  with  mountains, swimming  pool and  lovely  hosts  I  am  still  drawn  back  to  the  chateau. I  hope  you  are  enjoying  our  sojourn here! I  have  to  dash off  now  as I  have  not  enough  time  to  stay  as long  as I  would  like  also  not  enough  wifi! So  please  stay  and  enjoy  I  am with you  in  spirit …just  like  the  ghosts  of  the    chateau!

I  shall love  you  and leave  you  all to  enjoy  I  am  putting  my  feet up  now  and  taking  in the  view  so  come  and  join  me  or  wander  over  to see Paul who is  over  at  Mark Bialczak   in Syracuse this  week  and  all this  month. Let us  see  what  they are  all discussing  ! It has  been lovely  as always  to have  you all here  and  I  hope,  as does  Paul  that  you will all join us here and  at Mark Bialczak ‘s again  next  week.

And of course  the

IF WE WERE HAVING COFFEE:  WEEKEND COFFEE SHARE

over at Part Time  Monster  and Gene’O’s

Acrostic: Cathedral

IMG_20150908_134706597 [540817]Cloisters echoing  to  the  sound  of  millions of  feet

All nationalities wondering  round  hopes  and  dreams  complete

Tinglings  through  my  soul  who has  trod  this  way before

Holy sounds  from the  naive, monks  singing behind  a  door.

Ever moving ever flowing  like  a  river  the  people tread

Dodging gravestones in the  floor, don’t  step  on the  dead

Relics  yes, in  golden caskets, fabulous  statues  to  saints

Angels fierce  with  swords resplendent in gold  leaf  and paints

Lingering  spirits of  the  past  repose  here in  the  Cathedral

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The Return

The  lonely  shadows  fall once more

Still here, I listen  to  the waves  fall upon the shore.

I want  to leave  and  walk under  the moon

In my heart I  know  my lover  will be returning  soon.

 

Cobwebs  dance like  silver chain mail  in candle light

I look out  through  the  gaping  holes into the night.

Is  he  coming  is he  near, be  still heart  I cannot  hear

Above  the  moaning  wind , if his steps draw near.

How long I have I been  sitting  here

Awaiting  the return of you,my  dear

Too long  for such a maid as I,  I fear

I’ve seen too much  of history  pass through here.

 

The sun  now  climbs  above  this  hill

Where  castle  and  my  spirit await  you  still

I can wait no longer  the  need  for  you  grows  stronger

I step outside into  the growing light, nought is  the same as I look yonder.

The  sea is  gone  though I  still here it’s song

This  does  not feel  right  there is  something wrong.

I feel weak here in the sun, my heart now still I begin to fade.

Has  my  wait  been in vain. Then I  spy  you  standing in the glade.

 

How long I have I been  sitting  here

Awaiting  the return of you,my  dear

Too long  for such a maid as I,  I fear

I’ve seen too much  of history  pass through here.

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The  story  came  from my head  by  an idea  born by  reading  Jean’s post Socialbridge  Phunning Light.

All  photos  photos  except  the top one  are  from  Jean’s  post  too! Thank  you  Jean  for  me to  let  my  mind  meander  across your post!

 

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