A Halloween Collaborative Poem with Beckie of Beckie’s Mental Mess.

selective focus photo of cemetery lantern

I have been working with Beckie of Beckie’s Mental Mess to write a collaborative Halloween poem, here is the result:

It seemed like such a playful lark, 

to sleep in the graveyard, after dark

Though second guesses and question-marks

played inside my mind, I heard a mean dog bark.

This had all be done for a wicked bet,

I saw no harm at first, and yet

Surrounded by death, what could be a threat?

However, I was anxious and began to fret.

I regretted it already, in perfect hindsight,

after all, it was eerily dark that Halloween night. 

I brought my lantern for a little bit of light,

unfortunately for me, the light played tricks with my sight.

Did I see, in the shadows, a skeletal hand?

And other tormented shapes, I could scarcely understand. 

With little light, my eyes squinted as I scanned,

tombstones and mausoleums that tip, and could barely stand.

And then as the ancient clock struck the witching hour

the wind blew cold and the earthly scents turned sour. 

The ground began to shake, with such force and power,

gravestones cracked knocking over the vases of flowers.

I let out a scream, feeling full of fear and dread,

as from their broken granite graves rose up the dead.

What started as a playful lark, I was riddled with fear instead,

Mausoleum doors screeched open, a body appeared with no head.

An eerie light descended looking greenish in the fog, 

Then a piercing, ghoulish howl, was it a banshee or just a dog?

Sounds of the ghoulish howling grew closer, I hid behind a log,

as the scent of rotten eggs drifted through the thick smog.

And cowering from my hiding place, I took a glimpse and saw, 

A thousand zombie bodies gathered armed, as if for war.

How were they to gnaw,  if they had been missing a jaw?

Thoughts raced, the fear shook me to my very core.

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. 

I heard them drag their corpses, did they die of black death?

Or, was it rotting flesh of an overdosed victim on meth?

As they slowly stumbled nearer, I tried to sneak away

Then something icy fell against my arm, right there where I lay. 

One of the undead’s arms held me down, it was greenish-grey,

I felt his mouth touch my arse, I think it thought I was a buffet.

I jumped and screamed out loud, my backside wracked with pains, 

The zombie horde came towards me, mumbling about my Brains!

The zombies smelled blood pumping through my veins,

I tried to escape the graveyard, but the gate was locked by chains.

Frantically I ran around, jumping over abandoned graves,

trying hard to get away from those hungry zombie slaves.

Terror gripped me, fears of my own demise came to me in waves,

as the zombies grew closer, I reached for my switchblade.

Turning around to face them, in the darkness I heard my screams, 

Then I felt my panic lift like waking from unpleasant dreams. 

Several distorted zombies face shown from the moonbeams,

one of them finally reached me and ripped the seams on my jeans.

And though exposed I saw my flesh had turned to grey,

No pain, no fear, no longer did I feel, my cares had gone away,

I was the zombie’s quest, after all, they had captured their prey,

I felt my body tense then ooze, it was evident… I began to decay.

Then I felt a pang of hunger, one that I could never stem,

A thought when through my head, I was becoming one of them.

I thought of the bet and wager made between my friends,

It would be morning soon enough, I’d chew on them like gum.

But then the rising sun shone brightly in my swollen eyes, 

and my groaning zombie brothers crawled back into their tombs, with sighs

And joining them under the graveyard’s ground, this brand new zombie lies,

waiting to rise again next Halloween, as a Zombie never dies. 

 

I hope you liked it 😉 

A new collaboration with Beckie of Beckie’s Mental Mess – Halloween Special

selective focus photo of cemetery lantern
Photo by Micael Widell on Pexels.com

I have collaborated with Beckie of Beckie’s Mental Mess on two poems so far:

  1. In Search of Happiness:

https://talesfromthemindofkristian.wordpress.com/2019/07/21/in-search-of-happiness-a-collaborative-poem-by-beckie-of-beckies-mental-mess-and-kristian-of-tales-from-the-mind-of-kristian/

and

2. The Creation (about the Creative writing process)

A Collaboration By Beckie of “Beckie’s Mental Mess” and Kristian of “Tales From The Mind of Kristian” ~ The Creation ~ The Final Piece

3. On Travelling:

https://talesfromthemindofkristian.wordpress.com/2019/09/03/timetravel-the-final-poem-a-collaboration-between-beckie-of-beckies-mental-mess-and-talesfromthemindofkristian/

 

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. 

 

Beckie’s Bit:

I heard them drag their corpses, did they die of black death?

Or, was it rotting flesh of an overdosed victim on meth?

 

My addition:

As they slowly stumbled nearer, I tried to sneak away

Then something icy fell against my arm, right there where I lay. 

 

Beckie’s new bit:

One of the undead’s arms held me down, it was greenish-grey,

I felt his mouth touch my arse, I think it thought I was a buffet.

 

My Addition:

I jumped and screamed out loud, my backside wracked with pains, 

The zombie horde came towards me, mumbling about my Brains!”

 

Beckie’s Bit:

The zombies smelled blood pumping through my veins,

I tried to escape the graveyard, but the gate was locked by chains.

 

My new bit:

Frantically I ran around, jumping over abandoned graves,

trying hard to get away from those hungry zombie slaves.

 

Beckie’s Bit:

Terror gripped me, fears of my own demise came to me in waves,

as the zombies grew closer, I reached for my switchblade.

 

My addition:

Turning around to face them, in the darkness I heard my screams, 

Then I felt my panic lift like waking from unpleasant dreams. 

 

Beckie’s turn:

Several distorted zombies face shown from the moonbeams,

one of them finally reached me and ripped the seams on my jeans.

 

My new bit:

 

And though exposed I saw my flesh had turned to grey,

No pain, no fear, no longer did I feel, my cares had gone away,

 

Becks Bit:

I was the zombie’s quest, after all, they had captured their prey,

I felt my body tense then ooze, it was evident… I began to decay.

 

My new bit:

Then I felt a pang of hunger, one that I could never stem,

A thought when through my head, I was becoming one of them.

 

Beck’s new addition:

I thought of the bet and wager made between my friends,

It would be morning soon enough, I’d chew on them like gum.

 

My bit:

But then the rising sun shone brightly in my swollen eyes, 

and my groaning zombie brothers crawled back into their tombs, with sighs. 

 

and the spooky last lines:

 

And joining them under the graveyard’s ground, this brand new zombie lies,

waiting to rise again next Halloween, as a Zombie never dies. 

 

 

https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2019/10/26/spooky/

A new collaboration with Beckie of Beckie’s Mental Mess and Kristian of Tales From The Mind of Kristian– Halloween Special

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Night of the Living Nanny – A multiple Word Prompt Story.

people lurking around on snow field near mountains
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The world had rapidly gone downhill. The human race and life as they knew it was coming to an end.

Global warming and climate change were not going to cause the end of life but something else entirely that no one could have predicted. In a way, Climate change was to blame. It had caused the Avalanche in the remote skiing resort of the Swiss Alps that only the very wealthy set could afford to go to. The Avalanche had revealed the hidden cave that had been covered for centuries, millennia, even.

The thawing had released the virus into the air, scientists have since confirmed. Initially, one young lady had become infected while on holiday in that exclusive resort. Then she’d returned home to Chelsea in London to her job as a Nanny looking after the children of the nobility. Inadvertently she has passed the virus on to all her colleagues as they gathered in the park to gossip about the bad habits of their employers.

For some reason, the virus only affected young women of the wealthy set, something to do with their genetic makeup and centuries of inbreeding.

The Virus had turned all those Nannies into Zombies!

He was keeping watch from the upstairs window of the farmhouse. A report on the radio had said the horde of zombie nannies was heading this way.

Loading his spare rifle, he handed it to his son, David.

“What do I do, Dad?” he asked

Glancing back down the drive he saw them. Thirty or forty black shapes pushing prams and heading slowly but relentlessly towards them.

“Just fire when you see the reds of their eyes, son.”

 

Disclaimer: This story was only a bit of light-hearted fun, so please, if you happen to be a Nanny or a Zombie, please don’t take offence. 

 

This story contains the following word prompts:

https://lightmotifs.wordpress.com/2019/03/07/three-things-challenge-pl22/

Today’s prompt: report, nanny, zombies

https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2019/03/08/fire/

https://onedailyprompt.wordpress.com/2019/03/08/your-daily-word-prompt-nobility-march-8-2019/

FOWC with Fandango — Watch

https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2019/03/08/rdp-friday-avalanche/