Halloween
Sonnet by Kath Norgrove
It is now that time of year
beware of
the lost soul
that comes
forth from graves so near,
don't scream
and lose control
It appears
from the dark
wailing, in
a sphere of white
and horror
grips your heart
as it gives
you a fright
From below
some eaves
a shrieking
bat,
whilst
playing below in the leaves
is the witches familiar, a cat
and t'is
best you do believe
for this is
old All Hallows Eve.
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1 comment:
Have enjoyed this before Kath but good to read again. Spooky! Must educate myself on the pagan (and Christian ) festivals
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