Creaky floors and creaky doors
The haunted house hears me
Creeping along the staircase
Hoping the ghostly ghouls won’t see.
Suddenly the silence shatters
Nerves are torn in tiny tatters
A deathly scream is all that matters
I think it is time to flee.
© Alison Jean Hankinson
For d’Verse.….. where creak was the prompt, I had already written two quadrilles today but neither of them fitted the prompt….so this was the result.
Image available in public domain House Cemetry-haunted house- By darksouls1 [CC0], via Wikimedia Commons
Ravens guard the graveyard.
Harbingers of untimely death
Whispers on the wind
Widow wastes away.
All Hallows Eve
Wakening the spirits of the dead
Old souls rising.
©Alison Jean Hankinson
This time of year is a time of remembering youth and stories of old as we head towards Halloween and Bonfire night. This is for d’Verse where we were asked to focus on one thing that this time of year represents to us.
Emily is still in hospital so it is a short visit and I shall do all my reading later in the week, so bear with me.
History- Old Demdike was one of the Pendle Witches she died in custody in 1612 at Lancaster Castle. The other 10 were later hanged. It was a time of great superstition and James 1 was greatly concerned with treason following the Gunpowder Plot of 1605. At Halloween when we were young it was traditional to walk up Pendle Hill in memory of the witches.