I have collaborated with Beckie of Beckie’s Mental Mess on two poems so far:
- In Search of Happiness:
and
2. The Creation (about the Creative writing process)
3. On Travelling:
This one is about Halloween.
It seemed like such a playful lark,
to sleep in the graveyard, after dark……
Beckie’s bit:
Though second guesses and question-marks
played inside my mind, I heard a mean dog bark.
My response:
This had all be done for a wicked bet,
I saw no harm at first, and yet…
Beckie’s response:
Surrounded by death, what could be a threat?
However, I was anxious and began to fret.
My bit:
I regretted it already, in perfect hindsight,
after all, it was eerily dark that Halloween night.
Beckie’s Part:
I brought my lantern for a little bit of light,
unfortunately for me, the light played tricks with my sight.
My response:
Did I see, in the shadows, a skeletal hand?
And other tormented shapes, I could scarcely understand.
Beckie’s bit:
With little light, my eyes squinted as I scanned,
tombstones and mausoleums that tip, and could barely stand.
and from me:
And then as the ancient clock struck the witching hour
the wind blew cold and the earthly scents turned sour.
Beckie’s Bit:
The ground began to shake, with such force and power,
gravestones cracked knocking over the vases of flowers.
My Bit:
I let out a scream, feeling full of fear and dread,
as from their broken granite graves rose up the dead.
Beckie’s Bit:
What started as a playful lark, I was riddled with fear instead,
Mausoleum doors screeched open, a body appeared with no head.
My Bit:
An eerie light descended looking greenish in the fog,
Then a piercing, ghoulish howl, was it a banshee or just a dog?
Beckie’s Bit:
Sounds of the ghoulish howling grew closer, I hid behind a log,
as the scent of rotten eggs drifted through the thick smog.
My addition:
And cowering from my hiding place, I took a glimpse and saw,
A thousand zombie bodies gathered armed, as if for war.
Beckie’s Bit:
How were they to gnaw, if they had been missing a jaw?
Thoughts raced, the fear shook me to my very core.
My Bit:
As I huddled down in shadows and held my living breath,
I could see the guts and gory corpses and smell the scent of death.
Over to you Beckie, hope you enjoy this one 😉
