Halloween Quartet No 3 The Witches House Poem by David Harris
Halloween Quartet No 3 The Witches House
The broom danced around the room
pushed by unseen hands.
I stood there hypnotised,
and then came the crackling laughter
that echoed in my ears
and seem to come from everywhere.
It stopped and a voice shouted
if you know what’s good for you
you’ll get out of here.
The laughter returned closer than before.
My heart thumped loudly
as I groped in the darkness searching for the door
through spider’s webs and endoplasmic goo
I grasped the handle,
opened it and into the night ran.
Promising myself every step of the way
never to go back there again.
Yes, where angels fear to tread..there we go, ignoring the suspenseful music as it builds all around us..you've got me in that mood, that Halloweenish mood; and once I'm in it, I can never get out of it again! Thanks for the chilling tales. Only one left to read now..(frown)
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4/25/2024 5:03:32 AM # 1.0.0.1119
This one reminds me of the Disney's Mickey version of the Sorcerer's Apprentice (I think it was in Fantasia) . I can still see those brooms terrifying the wits out of poor Mickey Mouse. Have you by any chance been reading Edgar Allan Poe recently? Your latest poems certainly have the Poe touch. Love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥