A November Haunting
A November Haunting
Halloween
Has come and gone
Leaving us with its
Vicious little demons
The howling wind
Screaming down the chimney
Like a banshee
Brittle twigs
Whipping along the windows
tiny scratching claws
of desperation
A wolf howl
Through the eaves
The cloying damp touch
Of dead leaves
Ice cold drizzle
Down th...
Wednesday 18th November 2020 2:50 pm
The Mound
The Mound
It started way back when I was a child
One cold November night in sixty-four
Old furniture and windfall from the trees
Piled high into a mound of combustibles
Each year new kindling was added to ashes
That had smudged the verdant back garden lawn
Layer upon layer added to the blackened hill
That was gradually growing towards the sky
One year I lo...
Wednesday 2nd September 2020 2:41 pm
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