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He hides in the shadows
Away from the light
Beneath barren trees
On a cold autumn night
Shadows of Delight – #poetry
19 Tuesday Oct 2021
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Deep Down in the Dungeon ~ #poetry #DecemberWriting
06 Thursday Dec 2018
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Deep down in the dungeon, noises could be heard
That rattled the bones of the dead, as they stirred
Awakened by the party, yet another drunken sot
All gathered together, twas the King, and his lot
Revelry continued, ugh, the sound was too much
They decided it was time, but what to do in a clutch?
It was Christmas, they pondered, was not Halloween
They needed a plan, should they query the Queen?
Of course not, she was one of the revelers, too
Instead, here’s what they decided they should do
Donning a Santa hat, they made their way upstairs
After all, they’re just bones, so nobody should care
They were the life of the party, how could that be?
Since they were dead, causing all that whoopee!
When everyone had gone, the King found his way
He wanted to thank them for saving the day
But nowhere could he find, those strange unknowns
All they left behind, were a few broken bones…
December Writing Prompt – Deep down in the dungeon – Day 6/31
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Maggoty Monsters – #poetry #OctWrite #OctPoWriMo
15 Monday Oct 2018
Posted in October Writing, OctPoWriMo, Poetry
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Said the wicked old witch, to the fly on the wall
Your maggots are restless, won’t stop moving at all
I need them, to stir up, a batch of my brew
Tell them to calm down, for a moment or two
Said the fly on the wall, to the wicked old witch
You can do it yourself, with a lick and a stitch
If they don’t work out, then it best be forgotten
After all, these monsters, were all misbegotten
Still the fly had his price, it was all or nothing
Didn’t matter to him that his brood was abuzzin’
But the witch wanted quiet, to conjure her drink
With them making noise, she could barely think!
Trying to soothe over the old lady’s nerves
The maggots calmed down, landed, reserved
The witch was now happy, she shouted with glee
Finally! This is exactly how I need them to be
The witch got her purse, but the fly wanted double
Not able to agree, only caused them more trouble
With that, the witch, well, she’d had enough
And the fly on the wall… he’s now merely a scuff
October Writing Prompt – Maggoty Monsters – Day 15/31
OctPoWriMo
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Keeper of the Corpses – #poetry #OctWrite #OctPoWriMo
13 Saturday Oct 2018
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Beyond the city, in the blackest night
Lives the grim reaper, sickle in hand
Keeper of the corpses, rumors say
Bones line gardens, over which he stands
One by one, they’re brought to his castle
Taken too soon, by the latest plague
Piled on each other, no room for more
Why he enjoys this, is clearly quite vague
Count on him, by the light of the moon
You needn’t make an appointment
It’s first come, first served, anytime of day
Just remember, he’ll leave you disjointed
October Writing Prompt – Keeper of the corpses – Day 13/31
OctPoWriMo
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Bitter Is – #poetry #DecemberWriting
31 Sunday Dec 2017
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Bitter is this winter day
The winds cut through my skin
These old bones begin to shake
I can feel the cold within
Chattering, my teeth
As they play a musical tune
“Summertime” I hear them say
And it can’t come too soon
Age has taken hold of me
I like the cold no more
So I’ll curl up by the fireplace
Let it warm me to the core
Writing Prompt – Bitter Bones – Day 31/31 ~ And this completes Michelle’s writing prompts for December. Bring on the New Year!
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