Joe Dawson

Where a wise child never ventures


Notice of absence from Joe Dawson
In light of events, I shall be away for quite some time. Stay safe, stay well. Good bye. Joe

 

Where a ghost would never haunt alone,

Where a witch would never wander,

Where a banshee cried, ‘turn back, turn back’,

Much evil dwells up yonder’.

 

Where worms desert, and snakes escape,

Where zombies carry lanterns,

Where something thrives without a light,

No wick, no match, no candles.

 

Where ghouls spring from the sodden earth,

Where no one’s safe at night,

Where objects hurtle through the air,

Thrown by a poltergeist.

 

Where a wise child never ventures,

Where dark streets are taboo,

Where you never know what’s watching,

And might have its eye on you.

 

Where shadows tread an aimless path,

Where nightmares kidnap dreams,

Where all the things you thought were myths,

Come alive, come Hallowe’en.

 

© Joseph G Dawson

15/10/202

Comments5

  • The Uneducated O.A.P

    Thoroughly enjoyed the write

    • Joe Dawson

      Thank you, thank you, I appreciate your visit and your highly valuable comment. There may be time yet for another. Thanks again. Joe

      • The Uneducated O.A.P

        I hope you are not intending to leave MP.S, won't be the same without you.

      • blue orchid

        i second O.A.P

        • Joe Dawson

          Thank you dear lady, you are very kind. Time for another? Perhaps. Joe

        • Goldfinch60

          Super write Joe, enjoyed it very much.

          Andy

          • Joe Dawson

            Thanks Andy, It would seem that I am on a roll. Much appreciated. Joe

          • Joe Dawson

            No my friend I have no plans to leave at present, it was the date I had in mind, and the time left before the celebrations - socially distanced of course. Many thanks. Joe

          • L. B. Mek

            good read, has that nostalgic sing-song element of nursey rhymes

            • Joe Dawson

              Thank you, I appreciate your visit. Yes, there is a tempo to the words, a measure melodic that turns up a lot. Thanks again. Joe



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