Monday, 31 October 2011

Halloween poem

Something a little more metaphorical for this Year's Halloween post, it remains true to the fact that it was written today and for Halloween, but the rest is for you to make your own mind up about. I really enjoyed writing this poem. It seems these days all I need do is stare out of my window and a poem is born. Enjoy!:

Silent ground. Fleeing sky. The tension rope.

Strong hooks. It’s time again, you know the one.

Ten, nine. Tense ground. Fleeing rope. Nine, ten.

Halloween morning, it’s time, you know which one.

Eight, seven. I’m counting the hours. Seven, eight.

Strong rope. Sky hooks. Fleeing silence. The bird.

Tearing up the earth. Six, five. The hooks again.

They tear both cloud and earth. Five, six. The bird.

He flees from my window. It’s only dawn. Four.

Only this, and plenty less to go. Only four. The bird

Flees. Baskets void of treats. Silence flees. Three, two.

Fleeing hooks. Loose sky. It’s black above. Two, Three.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, Wind. I’ve heard you before.

The bird flees, his basket beak open. The strong ground.

Empty sky. Two, one. It’s almost over. Can you tell? It’s

Pitch black after all. One, two. The bird flees, his basket

Beak open, ready for treats. No more rope. Ground shakes.

The rope is long forgotten. Zero. It’s time again, you know

Which one. Trick or treat. The Halloween poem.

1 comment:

  1. Awww The count down begins and ends so quickly. Now another year must pass until you Trick us with another Halloween Treat. Loved it! <3