The Haunted House

Written for:  Poets and Storytellers United
Weekly Scribblings #22:  It Takes a Bit of Discipline   (posted by Rommy)
“For this week’s prompt, I’d like us to shape our words around the idea of discipline—when it’s helpful, when it’s harmful or any take you have on the idea of discipline. One new prose or poetry piece per person is welcome, fiction or non-fiction.”

Didn’t I tell you
not to enter that house?
Please do not turn
that doorknob. Shrieks
echo, moans fill
hallways. Spirits
call. You scream.
I warned you, but
you have no discipline.

About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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16 Responses to The Haunted House

  1. Kestril Trueseeker says:

    They never do have it in horror movies, do they? LOL… no matter how much we shout at the TV that this is a very bad idea.


  2. Helen Dehner says:

    I love it when poems bring forth visions of the past …. like when one of my little boys ran without any fear into one of those Halloween Haunted House things. He is 57 and still remembers the shock, but can at least laugh about it today. Thanks for the memory.


  3. Beverly Crawford says:

    Some disciplines are earned the hard way!


  4. Ha, serves ’em right.


  5. sanaarizvi says:

    Hahahahaha I enjoyed this one immensely, Sara!! 💝💝


  6. oldegg says:

    Humans advancement has grown by our daring to to do things and try things out but sadly we make mistakes and fail to value the world we live in and the people we live with.


  7. Susie Clevenger says:

    Temptation overwhelms discipline so many times


  8. Jim says:

    Been in that house, Sara. Someone lives there again now. I remember it before it was abandoned. The house was elegant, they were friends with my parents.


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