AIR OF DOOM

A fantasy write for Halloween.

AIR OF DOOM

She stood alone beneath the tree

In darkness of the night

The silence filled the air with dread

And brought a chill of fright

She faster walked...not looking back

To speed her flight in time

But to her horror, felt a hand

And saw the face of mime

The full moon's face forgot to shine

While perched atop the gloom

And flying through the midnight air...

She thought she saw a broom

It could not be...she spoke aloud

To no one who could hear

While all the while the air of doom

Was blowing in her ear

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HAPPY HALLOWEEN!

Reviews

[Delmar Cooper]

"face of mime" I laughed myself senseless when I read this one. Your poem tickled me. Thanks for sharing this one.

[Miss Sharon]

Thanks Delmar....glad I brought a smile. ~Sharon

[Arundass TP]

Beautiful lines. Written very well

[Dave Brown]

I always keep an extra eye on our brooms at this time of year
U just never know!!
Happy Halloween

[Miss Sharon]

LOL Yes...my broom mysteriously disappeared Halloween night. Thanks for commenting Dave. ~Sharon

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thanks for this poem, Sharon...my favorite Holiday...Halloween....
I am not going to look behind me...I am going to just keep walking...
so good to read you again...you have been scarce....
j.

[Miss Sharon]

Awwwww! Always nice to hear from you Jacob. I've not been writing much these days but hope to find my muse somewhere in time. ~Sharon