Halloween Eve !

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 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.

Wordless Wednesday, Creepy Places

part of Hugh’s Wordless Wednesday.

Ronovan Writes Décima Poetry Challenge Prompt No. 81: (JACK) in the A rhyme line.

Ronovan Writes Decima Challenge Image

Streams of burning lanterns named Jack.
Ghosts and ghouls flighing through the night.
Skeletons dance with happy sprites.
Fashion for the undead on track.
The New Orange is truly Black.
It is the dead end of the year
Long dark evenings full of fear
Dark witch stirs her bubbling cauldron
Pumpkin soup all laced with saffron
Shes so pleased Halloween is here.

THIS IS PART OF RONOVANWRITE’S WEEKLY DÉCIMA CHALLENGE.

#JusJoJan prompt the 21st – “Spell”

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Carrie was always in trouble at school

Teachers dispaired, called her a fool.

Her spelling  and reading were quite unique

To her it was all bubble and squeak.85f7af2c9cd6e67e8aa6dd5018be8962

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Now at night school Carrie did excel

Memorising and working every spell

A dyslexic witch  she found the way

To beat the problems every day.e4olmm

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Sometimes her spells go wrong

But she sorts them out before too long

Spelling never was her forte

 Now she is off on a broomstick sortie.

🐈🐈🐈

Part of LindaGHill’s Justjojan

Ronovan Writes Décima Poetry Challenge Prompt No. 29 (FRIGHT) This week, it’s the A rhyme line.

Ronovan chose the word FRIGHT this week.

Ronovan Writes Decima Challenge Image

You may, if you wish, make some kind of link between the Haiku Challenge prompt of (Bloom and. Wet) and Fright.  They could work well together, depending on how macabre you wanted to get. The HIAKU challenge can be switched out with synonyms.

The two challenges are SEPARATE but CAN BE combined if YOU CHOOSE to do so.


Welcome to the Décima Poetry Challenge. Each week we’ll be attempting a Décima, also known as an Espinela, poem.

If you don’t know how to write a Décima, click HERE to go to a post on How to Write an Espinela or Décima Poem.

I choose to include the Haiku words as well.

Fright Night.

Darkness fell crashing into night.
Making a real fuss heo cried out
You have broken my foot no doubt.
So consienious, Fay the sprite
Working on spells to give a fright.
Her magic powers start to bloom
Under an orange witches moon.
The Vampires dancing in the dew
Gorging of blood to make them new.
Witches cast spells to make you swoon.

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!

photo credit

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.

Witches Tamed.

Re my One Liner Wednesday post care of Lindaghill this week.

After taking Ruby to the vets yesterday I kept my promise to help my friend sort out her wayward witches.

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

Spooky wooky.

One Line Wednesday.

Phone call this morning my friend : L.” I am have a lot of trouble with these witches, arms and legs at very odd angles! ”

Me. ” I was a window dresser so I’ll pop down later and give you a hand”

🦇🦇🦇🦇🦇🦇🦇🦇

#1linerWeds

Thursday photo prompt: Span #writephoto

For visually challenged writers, the image shows a a view between two trees of a rapid river tumbling over stones beneath a bridge. The banks are lush and green, and the water if spanned by a simple arch of stone, all overgrown with a green carpet and shaded by trees.

Span

He stood on the bridge and enviously watch as the water rushed and scrambled away. He had long since given up all hope of escape.

What if , he thought to himself, what if he had never found this accursed glen. Not ridden to the centre of the bridge, not halted his horse to to speak to the beautiful maid.

She had had the most piercing blue eyes he had ever seen and blackest hair, raven coloured. Oh! Her lips ruby red demanding to be kissed. She had offered him a drink from a golden Challis which he had been compelled to take.

Immediately he drank from the draft he knew all was not well. He started to feel dizzy and she helped him down from his horse. Smiling and whispering what delights she had in-store for him.

He fell into a deep sleep and had strange and wonderful dreams where she made unending love to him. When he awoke she was gone, he could not clear his head nor could he move.

He tried to move but he was rooted to the ground and his horse had turned to stone. Struggle as he may he was stuck fast as he looked down he could see he was changed. He was a tree he fought to move, he tried to shout but nothing happened. His trusty steed was frozen in stone, thankfully still sleeping.

For years he tried in vain to seek help but no one passed his way or came to his aid. He ranted , he raved to himself he cursed the day he ever set eyes on the woman . He tried as often as he could to escape but all for nought. Hundreds of years passed but still he remained.

All thoughts of escape were pointless now, he had done what had done and that which was done could not be undone. He was was here, turned into a tree, and his horse a rock by his side.

From a distance it was not easy to see him but close up or through binoculars you could make out that this tree looked like a man trying to escape, next to a stone horse with a long black tail.

No one ever visited the glen these days it was too far off the beaten track. It become over grown . If you expand the photo below you might see the Knight and his trusty horse. I wonder if we all wish him and his horse free we could save them.

This is part of Sue Vincent‘s Thursday Photo Prompt.

Thursday photo prompt: Threshold #writephoto

She couldn’t stay here for long the tide would turn in a few hours and she would be trapped.

Strangely she had survived the previous night she had found a circular shaft in the cave. Although she had managed to shimmy up away from the hungry waters she had been scared and cold in the dark. Her body was now much weakened and she knew she could not survive another night.

What should she do, there was no going back. The villagers would stone her or even worse burn her at the stake.

These people knew her, they were her family, neighbours and friends even. They had seen her grow, they had known of her knowledge of the herbs and potions and books.

She had lived happily among them, all her life. Every single one of them had cause to be grateful for her skills. That meant nothing now.

Cold and hungry she sat watching the sea washing the shore line. Listening to the waterfall, outside the cave, she wondered what to do.

Just as the tied started to turn she felt a presence at her side. Turning she was astounded to see Gia standing there smiling down at her.

“What are you doing here child,” mother earth asked her. “Why do you weep”

She looked into Gia’s beautiful face and told her the sad and sorry tale.

Gia touch her gently, and she turned to stone. “Fear not” my child she said. “You will rest here safe in my womb and when the time is right I will return and change you back.” Gia smiled and the girl felt safe and warm. No longer tired or hungry she felt at peace. “When the world needs you and, it will need you. I shall return you to your human form so you can continue your work.”

Goddess mother Gia

Protects those who worship her

Bountiful mother.

This is my entry for Sue Vincent of The Daily Echo #writephoto. Threshold.

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