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.
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.
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.
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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.
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.”
Someone had to stay up all day and night to keep the fires hot. It was so important that the alixier was maintained at 275 F. Douglas was tired of breathing life into dying embers. This job was far beneath his potential. He was a mighty dragon, sadly enslaved to a vain witch!
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Ps. Now we all know what happened to Puff the Magic Dragon AKA Douglas.
Lorraine is doing a great theme entitled Countdown to Halloween. Well she is asking for songs, and books to read for Halloween. Well I put on my thinking cap and dug deep into my archives and found some of my old Halloween poems and revamped them for the season! I have added some of my favourite spooky music as for reading material …….
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