Tag: fiction
Spooksville
The Wicked Wick
It started as a flicker A barely visible flame It kept on growing Until never the same A hellfire now burned Atop the candlestick Beads of deep crimson Dripped from the wicked wick Hotter and hotter The wicked wick burned Faster and faster It twisted and turned Sinister faces In its plumes of smoke With… Read More The Wicked Wick
The Rambling Rambler Rambled
The rambling rambler rambled Down the dirt road Kicking up dust On legs that were bowed On feet that were blistered By old cowboy boots He never stopped moving Never put down any roots The rambling rambler rambled Across state lines Tipping his hat At each “Welcome to” sign Sampling the food Made famous… Read More The Rambling Rambler Rambled
Christmas Orphans
It’s sad to see The trees left on the lot All of the orphans That Christmas forgot Cold and bare In quiet desperation Hoping for a home And festive decorations But new hope is found When the birds fly in They fluff their feathers As tweeting begins They sing Christmas carols From days of… Read More Christmas Orphans
The Weary Ones
The midnight hour Has come and gone The minutes tick Down to the dawn Still, sleep evades The weary ones Who wait on rest That never comes
Feasted and Cheered
I saw a pumpkin On the side of the road Covered with leaves Its face barely showed One triangle eye A small button nose And a pumpkin stem Out of the leaves rose When a gust of wind Moved fall debris Down a steep hill The pumpkin rolled free Over bumps and stumps The… Read More Feasted and Cheered
Farmer John
Fog crept in ‘til the valley was flooded With eerie silence Desolate, cold-blooded Kernels were plucked From decorative corn Swallowed by ravens With feathers worn Perched upon scarecrows Stuffed with straw Silent witnesses As the wolves gnaw On a bone that sticks up From damp, cold dirt Wearing the remnants Of a red plaid shirt… Read More Farmer John
Farmhouse
The antique farmhouse Over 100 years old Has heard many secrets But not one has it told Though it grows weak More tired day by day Afraid those secrets It soon will give away A creak from the floor A new crack in the wall Are signs the farmhouse Is fated to fall Under… Read More Farmhouse
Jack Frost and his Flakes
In the still of the night The landscape transformed As Jack Frost and his Flakes Became a winter storm ~ They danced and they sang A finely choreographed number Chilling the air As the town folks did slumber ~ Jack and his Flakes Reached far and wide Freezing everything, they could Leaving nowhere to hide… Read More Jack Frost and his Flakes
