Trick or Treat: A Poem About Halloween by Pete Marshall

Trick or Treat!

The clouds would float across the moon

upon a breeze that blew so cold

a howl was heard from distant shores

and clocks would tick for stories told.

A scratch upon a pane of glass

that sent a tingle down your spine

a blanket pulled up close and tight

the hour struck as bells would chime.

And in the road a car would pass

to circle round the neighbourhood

you sat alone and watched the time

as Michael preyed on all that’s good.

The creak of pipes and chilling air

and flickered light from TV glare

a child’s laugh, a withered stare

impaled your mind, alone and scared.

You heard the gate that creaked at night

but never feared its eerie squeak

the footsteps trod on gravelled paths

and knocked on doors for trick or treat.

The lanterns glow shone through the glass

as shadows loomed upon the drive

you felt the hairs stand on your back

as life would flash before your eyes.

And as the door was gently pulled

a face grotesque would stare askew

his mask that came from silver screens

would hold a bucket out for you!

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Halloween is fast approaching which gives me the chance to celebrate! Join Dustus & I this weekend as the mischief takes over at One Stop Poetry!

The Lykewake Of Morag: A Poem By Pete Marshall

The Lykewake Of Morag: 

A Poem By Pete Marshall

The crows would circle high above

As death would waken on the ground

A hand would stretch and flick its claws

To trap the prey that swooped on down.

As feathers fell on sodden earth

And float as boats upon the breeze

Bones would crunch and blood would splay

That fed the Scarecrows dark disease.

The haar would creep along the links

As song was heard beyond the hill

The tabor marked the lykewake start

As clans would bow and mourn their still.

Upon the beach the waves would crash

And curse and spit their maddened angst

The mortcloth lay across her soul

As friends would come and offer thanks.

Through wynd and vennel souls would part

As spirits fled the darkened streets

The Scarecrow watched in silent thought

Whilst winds would blow through mans deceit.

And dirks were drawn at Morag’s hame

As Chiefs would curse their spoken vow

Blades would clash and wounds were deep 

But one remained to tell this tale…….

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This is my poem for One Shot Wednesday, run by One Stop Poetry, a fast growing community for poets & writers of all genres to share their work, express and make friends

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The Haunting....(A Tale In 160 Characters)

The Haunting...(A Tale In 160 Characters)

by Pete Marshall

Shivering and scared we would hide in fear

As we watched you glide across the room

And through your face we saw no smile

Whilst midnight songs would play your tune

for more tales in 160 visit monkeyman

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