Night Fright
Night Fright
I am a ghost.
I live in the park.
I skulk all day.
I slip out after dark.
I drift along
unseen, alone,
haunting souls
of flesh and bone.
I skim the streets
the whole, long night.
I never fly higher—
I’d die of fright!
Happy Poetry Friday! I’m a little late, I know, but I only just finished writing. Thanks once again to Michelle Heidenrich Barnes for getting me to put fingers to keyboard and to Rebecca Herzog for asking us to consider what monsters are afraid of. Thanks too to Buffy Silverman who said let’s go post our poems.
Liz
You think you’re late, but you’re ahead of me! I still need to decide on a monster. I have an idea, but I need to explore some rhymes…
Haha! There’s always time. Any day is good for a monster poem.
I like the new (is it new?) website look! And I like the subtle way we figure out what your ghostie is afraid of. Tidily done!
Love your ghostly poetry!
You’re ahead of me as well. Clever take on the challenge, too! (And a big Hooray for writing friends who encourage us to write and share!)
Phan(tom)tastic, Liz! Love that skulking ghost’s perspective—”haunting souls/of flesh and bone”—and your surprising ending! I also love the photo you paired your poem with. What an incredible tree!
Your ghastly ghost is having quite a bit of pre-Halloween fun, skulking and skimmy the streets, Liz. Would you like to add your poem and photo combo at my Halloween section of my #AbundantAutumn Gallery? Send it on and add it to #AbundantAutumn on Twitter.
Fabulous response to this month’s challenge. And you are ahead of me. I still can’t decide on a monster.
Love your skimming ghost! And thanks for getting me to write one, too!
A fun poem – and a fantabulous pic to accompany it! A perfect angle to complement your poem.
I loved this hilarious twist at the end of your poem.