Spooky
Poetess: Divyashree S Shanbhag
Age: 8 Years
School: Gundecha Education Academy, India
Spooky
The moon was high
There were clouds in the sky
I went down the creepy stairs to play
I felt scared that day
Scary footsteps followed me
I turned but no one I could see
Making moaning sounds, the wind blew
The world seemed dark and new
Leaves looked like vampires hanging on a tree
Bushes looked like monsters snarling at me
Witches cackled all around
I saw a growling grey hound
Suddenly I saw a ghost in white
It was a very frightening sight
My heart beat fast and I screamed
My mother woke me from my spooky dream
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
such talented child, of eight years, your words speak of your heart, don't fright, your poetry is such a delight, continue your words, I want to hear more from you......