The Night Poem by james watkin

The Night



A halloween, each one brews
As with a cursed right.
Legless ghosts, not only;
But spidery fright!

Child, this is horror - for real!
Draw a curtain - quick!
Whilst do owls their vigil keep
O'er a grave. World-thick!

Tuesday, November 29, 2022
Topic(s) of this poem: night
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james watkin

james watkin

Melbourne Australia
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