The Eerie Little House Poem by Valsa George
The Eerie Little House
Wandering lonely through the forest track,
An eerie little house, I saw.
Its tiled roof and tall chimney,
Peered through the foliage of leaves.
Pacing down a dark ravine,
I found myself before a latched gate,
With a creaking sound, the latch gave way,
Letting me into a dilapidated house.
Its walls were painted grey and white.
The plaster on them bore cracks and marks.
It stood aloof on a small hillock.
The air around bore a strange scent.
Owls were heard hooting aloud,
Desolate it was with none to care,
Thorny shrubs grew all around,
And tall trees shut it out from view.
Dark and dreary it stood remote,
And I sensed it to be a haunted house.
Peeping down through its splintered door,
I got a glimpse of the dingy rooms,
Old frames decked the walls,
Shield and armour, near winding stairs,
Sultry the air, trapped inside,
The floors covered with grimy dust,
Shadows moved like snakes curling,
And giant bats flew about my head,
Cobwebs hung from the chequered roof,
And strange sounds began renting the air.
I felt a tremor within my brain,
Sparks of fear darted through my vein,
Behind me, I heard a rattling sound.
Turning around, I found the phantom of a man!
Blood curdled within my veins,
My heart ticked off in drumming beats,
My limbs, I could hardly move.
I grimly sensed ‘the Thing' upon me,
It tightened its grip around my neck,
Its sharp claws went deep into my throat.
Ohhh! I screamed a terrible scream,
And found myself lying below my cot! !
Who can stand before Valsa, when she starts describing whatever it may be.
I was halfway through your poem and my body was getting cold, my hairs were standing on end and I wondered how you can take such fright. You build up the suspense so smoothly and well. Thank you Valsa.-10
Wandering lonely through the forest track, An eerie little house, I saw. Its tiled roof and tall chimney, Peered through the foliage of leaves. Pacing down a dark ravine, I found myself before a latched gate, With a creaking sound, the latch gave way, Letting me into a dilapidated house.......fantastic beginning with an insightful mind. The inscription is so captivating. Beautiful poem really. Visited time and again..
A nightmare was already so eerie, the words woven made it more so scary, a lovely write though scary.
A heart touching depiction on a terrible nightmare has been made astutely and incisively by you dear madam. The penmanship is too nice and touching. Getting from sleep you find yourself below the cot. It may be cited.... Ohhh! I screamed a terrible scream, And found myself lying below my cot! ! Beautiful poem.Thanks.
What a terrible bone shaking nightmare scarily peened so well I felt goosebumps. Bad dreams can seem so frighteningly realistic that makes you wonder when you wake if it was some message or some horrible past life experience. Perhaps it is our inner consciousness giving a clear warning to us or the need to address our fears. Superb write that makes you feel like you were really there.
Thank you so much Simone for the deep interest you show in my poems and for reading and commenting on many of them. If you could feel the horror of the nightmare, I can conclude that I have been successful in translating my feelings in powerful verse. You are always generous enough to appreciate and encourage fellow poets and I owe a lot to you!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Delivering Poems Around The World
Poems are the property of their respective owners. All information has been reproduced here for educational and informational purposes to benefit site visitors, and is provided at no charge...
4/25/2024 7:13:10 AM # 1.0.0.1119
I thought like setting fire on the eerie little house and fighting the phantom of the man there for getting into the act of sucking the blood of my favourite poet! Ah it was just a dream of yours! Congratulations Ms Valsa for remembering the whole ordeal.. Many of us cannot recollect like this though many times such ghosts prowl around us in the dark,