I am not big on form poetry, but I think a playful Hallowe'en sonnet is just the ticket.
It's the time of year when people delight, in ghastly ghouls, goblins, ghosts and boorish beasts, devils rock sabats and cannibal feasts, Hallowe'en witches play games in the night, reach under the table, something may bite, wolves howl high and owls scream their eerie cries, skeletons walk, staring through vacant eyes, spectres celebrating a secret rite, girlie boys who get all scared and weepy, they're the kind of people who make me snore, I think they are ultimately such a bore, fearing monsters green and slightly creepy -- things that slither and slime should be aware, I love to eat all things that bump and scare!
sabat -- demon ritual (also sabbat) spectre -- evil spook
I rewrote it to conform to the structure and syllables -- thanks for the help - since 2016 learning iambic pentametre correctly, I have not examined for perfect pentamentre -- I at least am happy I didn't end them all trochaic -- I guess the subject matter helped. I may revisit at a later date to make sure it conforms to form
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this one made me giggle for sure girl.. lovely "formed" piece... wicked imagery with a playful tone that made it not only entertaining but amusing as well.. what fun!.. enjoyed this ma'am :)
Thank you. Truth is, I struggle with form poetry if it is a poem full of emotion, it comes off schlo.. read moreThank you. Truth is, I struggle with form poetry if it is a poem full of emotion, it comes off schlocky to my ears. This is an easier thing to fit into a mould for me.
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You're welcome. I try not to think about form, really. It's almost like I hear it in my head before .. read moreYou're welcome. I try not to think about form, really. It's almost like I hear it in my head before I pen it.
Little children are delicious too, may I suggest you eat one or two. I have had my fill and can consume no more, for I am afraid they have bared the door. Oh little pretties, come. Come and taste of the candies I made fresh for you. I like to watch as you chomp and chew. Oh how precious the little ones. And aren't these cute dressed as suns. I think first, I shall gobble you, but after my nap, Or I shall burst.
A wonderfully spooky poem indeed. And I am far too morbid.
You penned a wonderfully spooky poem. I walked all over it. I am sorry for that. I really need to st.. read moreYou penned a wonderfully spooky poem. I walked all over it. I am sorry for that. I really need to stop doing that. But still, I take inspiration where it comes and write it where it lays. You are awesome in the above of yours. Very well done indeed.
Thank you, no, I don't as it doesn't come easily to me, but sometimes easy isn't a challenge, so I h.. read moreThank you, no, I don't as it doesn't come easily to me, but sometimes easy isn't a challenge, so I have resolved to pick a form per week and try it. :)
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