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From The Shadows

An eerie darkness fills the town
enveloping my soul in fear.
Assisting as my spirits drown
are sounds of footsteps drawing near.

Adrift on pools of panicked sweat,
no prayers can fuel my lack of faith.
My frightened eyes assess the threat.
First comes a witch and then a wraith.

The blackest thoughts invade my brain
from one too many bourbons neat.
While struggling with dreadful pain,
the haunting ghouls shout trick or treat.

© Susan Schoeffield

Written for the 10/29/14 prompt at Poetic Asides to write an “emerging” poem.

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An Apparition

Written for the 10/27/13 The Sunday Whirl Wordle 132 – A dozen poetry prompts: sheet, yearn, immeasurable, pebble, clay, flames, bend, waking, still, safe, erode, inky.

An Apparition

One autumn night when all was still,
my blood ran cold, but not from chill.
Awaking on a pebble road,
a tremor made the earth erode.
These feet of clay were quick to fold.
Immeasurable fear took hold
within me when I gazed upon
an eerie presence on the lawn.
Was this a child of trick or treat
or was there nothing ‘neath the sheet?
When flames appeared where eyes should be,
the inky vision drew near me.
The power of this ghostly waif
would make me yearn for places safe.
Too late, I learned I couldn’t scream.
This poltergeist was not a dream.
It taunted me to bend in shame
as bloody chisels etched my name
upon a stone that crushed my head
and, thus, I joined the living dead.

© Susan Schoeffield