Midnight whispers wake us, voices we know
Call, calling out from generations long ago
Begging us to climb vine-covered walls
Where shadows hide and moonlight falls
To secret gardens where nightmares grow
Hands clasped together—our protective shield
Quick, quickly we cross the vast muddy field
Through scrawny, tawny bramble copse
Where starlight magic jumps and chops
Past broken mushrooms laying half-healed
There we hear the night’s beating heart
Thump, thumping loudly as if tearing apart
Stumble, trip through twisty almost-road
Past two-headed raven and three-footed toad
Where ghost flowers’ bold eyes flit and dart
Luckily these sickly pink flowers can’t shout
Roar, roaring for backup from monsters about
Instead slowly blinking they don’t look away
Following our movements with nothing to say
Until dark gloomy clouds turn the light out
Panicked we run despite no guiding star
Trip, tripping on half-rotted logs where they are
Fingers slip, paths divide—until it’s only me
Standing beneath an unwavering willow tree
Hoping nothing near has the power to mar
The drowsy pink sun eventually rises all sad
Cry, crying for you—my sweet-hearted lad
Lost in the wood where the early bird sings
Days, weeks, and months we look for your things
Until winter wipes clear all the traces we had
- This week’s poem follows the format of Robert Frost’s “Ghost House” using the same rhyming structure and ending words. The painting was found at Goodwill and my teenage daughter added the eyes and other pen details.
Thanks for sharing your writing. Anita
Thank you reading, Anita! It means so much to me.
Wow so good, incredible writing
Thank you so much! You have no idea how much I needed that today.
*hugs beautiful* you’re so welcome. I hope you’re okay ❤
Perfect combination. Your daughter has an ‘eye’ for art. Love her upgrades to the painting. Cheers!
Thanks, Wendy! She loves drawing eyes everywhere.
Wonderful writing.. ❤️
Thank you!
Thanks a lot
I appreciate you stopping by.
You write such beautiful and meaningful poetry, Bridgette. Reading this made images dance in my mind. I love the art, too, especially how your lovely daughter has added the eyes. It really brings the piece alive. Love to you, dear Bridgette. Xx 🌻💝
Thank you so much, Ellie! You are so kind.
Really thought this was beautifully written, inspiring!
Thank you for such a kind comment! I appreciate it so much.
So beautiful write ✍️ you poem. Very nice words used in poem.
Wonderful Flower’s drawing in lady 👀! Excellent idea.
Thank you so much! I’m so glad you liked the poem and painting.
You are most welcome!
shell of what was
the cause time
cold wind
blown husks
blunted tusks
task
but do not ask anymore
Thank you.
yw.
your words are gentle and passion. a nice mixture aka fashion~
Aww. Thank you 🙂
yw
Wonderful poem and I love the format, too, Bridgette. The painting is beautiful and your daughter’s creativity, incredible! A perfect pairing.
Thank you so much, Lauren! I had fun writing this one and trying to find words to match my daugther’s interesting artwork. I’m glad you liked both.
My pleasure, Bridgette. I love your writing. 🙂
Wow, it feels like it progresses and moves but it also it has a lot of energy and imagery that it produces a vision for me. Thank you for posting this, I enjoyed it.
Also, I really enjoy the artwork. I like the eye and fleshy thing. Very nice.
I’ll pass that onto my daughter. She’s full of self-doubt, but she’s wicked talented!
She’s amazing. Does she have any socials?
Not for her art yet, but I’ve been trying to convince her. I’ve shown her your incredible work and she’s as impressed as I am.
Awww! She should make an account. I’d follow her. And thank you so much.😢 You’re so nice and cool.
Thank you! I’m so glad you liked it.
I was going to ask about the rhyming scheme, but you explained it. A nice jogging rhythm too.
Thanks! It was fun to play with the rhymes to try and write something to fit my daughter’s painting.
Perfect pairing of the eerie painting and your heart-pounding poem! 💞
Thank you, Dawn! I’m overjoyed to hear you found it heart-pounding.
Some beautiful contrasts here between your immersive verses of creeping unease and the eerie descriptions of spooky hideaways. Gorgeous poetry, Bridgette! 😀
Wow! Thanks, Tom.
Love it 😍
Thank you!
Damn, this would be fun to read aloud. It undulates. o.o Such a sad end too. And it’s almost as if your daughter was meant to add on those eyes, just so you could write this.
You’ve made my day! I’m so glad you liked it so much. She just finished her biggest painting yet—a sad clown. I’ll have to send you a pic of it later today.
A good one for the Halloween season! You handled the rhyme scheme & the imagery quite well. It’s not as easy as some people think.
Thank you so much. No, it’s not! This was quite tricky and I appreciate your kind words. 😊
I love this one. It has such a story to it. Another one I was imaging how I would illustrate. Also, I felt the sadness in it. A beauty in the sadness. And I absolutely love what L did with the art!!
Thank you for seeing the beauty in the sadness. ❤️
This is beautiful, gently spooky and perfectly seasonal. I really like what your daughter has done with the painting too 🙂
Thank you for your kind words! I’m so glad you enjoyed it.
You’re welcome!