Here we are at the unholy month of October. I thought I would do a paranormal, witchy, unholy bunch of poems, some new and some old.
Don’t forget to check out Jane Dougherty and Kat Myrman‘s plans for this month!
Today’s poems are about an Autumn walk, one in the morning one at night.
Autumn Morning.
Cold, frosty morning
There is something in the air
I cannot see it but I know it’s there.
Dead leaves crunch under foot
There is no one else around
Something’s in the bushes making a strange sound.
Oh! It’s just a bird it gave me a fright.
Away it goes on its morning flight.
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Autumn Nights
Cold and damp and dark
Things are moving making the dogs bark.
There’s noises all around me
Something touches my neck something I can’t see.
Bodies in the graveyard are restless to be free.
I feel like the hounds of hell are nipping at my heels
Bad things are moving about
Scary is how it feels.
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The night picture is from Pixabay
Morning picture is mine.
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