The Road
We took ourselves a trip
A little expedition
Driving up into the country
To do ourselves some fishin'
An innocent excursion
A little midnight drive
A young and carefree group of friends
Feeling joyful and alive
Our trek into the back woods
Became a voyage of the damned
We were hit from behind by a tractor
Into the cornfield our car was slammed
Image by Narcotic Nightmares
Our weekend ride no longer
A happy pleasure jaunt
The terror of a nightmare
That cornfield rose to haunt
Our trip now a cruise to terror
The scarecrow demon said
Your journey isn't ending
Although you'll soon be dead
So now I spend each Halloween
Looming o'er the cornfield with my kind
Exploring the depths of my wickedness
As I scare travelers out of their minds
~Opal~
Note:
The OctPoWriMo crew asked us to reflect on our poetic journey this month. Sorry, but I couldn't pass up the chance to write a spooky little Halloween poem instead. We appreciate the gift you give us. Here is some candy!
Here's a little bonus treat for our Real Cie, because in fairness, the "pleasure trip" line (which I changed to pleasure jaunt) was ripped from this song. I was thinking of you, Darlin', and of the dear fellow who inspired us all so much.
I couldn't resist.
Well perhaps by you did not following the prompt but wow!!! what a great Halloween poem...pretty scary!!! Great imagination and the poem flowed beautifully! Oliana aka Cheryl-Lynn
ReplyDeleteWell done: you've been there every day and you're finishing Octpowrimo with a dramatic flourish.
ReplyDeleteooo scary.. Beware of cornfields...
ReplyDeleteHalloween musings...Well done! :)
ReplyDeleteGoblins and ghouls! I've enjoyed reading your work. Blessings!
ReplyDeleteSpoooooky!
ReplyDeleteOooooo. Love the carefree way this campfire horror tale spills.
ReplyDeleteWhat a ride, spooky and adventures .
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