For this week’s prompt, write a spooky poem. Of course, I expect everyone to have a different meaning of spooky. Maybe it’s clowns or someone standing just outside of view. Maybe it’s a movie or the economy or public speaking.
Here’s my attempt:
The mornings stay darker later;
the evenings get darker sooner;
and I know sooner or later
the trees will strip for the moon, her
eye facing the earth with its ghouls,
vampires, witches, and were-creatures
roaming the streets for treats as fools
think they’re children with fake features,
but the kids were taken away
until the sun returns the day.
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