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

 

 

11 replies
  1. Mary Lee
    Mary Lee says:

    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…

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  2. Carol Varsalona
    Carol Varsalona says:

    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.

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  3. Kay Jernigan McGriff
    Kay Jernigan McGriff says:

    Fabulous response to this month’s challenge. And you are ahead of me. I still can’t decide on a monster.

    Reply

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