Clock Strikes Twelve

Written for:  The Sunday Whirl, Wordle #525

Words: light, dusk, trick, trial, ring, bat, ghoulish,
       floor, scarlet, damp, chime, fright

Rosy dusk cedes to 
darkness.  Clock chimes
twelve times.  Midnight, 
Halloween.  Street lights 
halo ghoulish shapes.  Air
is damp with fog, yet,
headstones are frightfully
illuminated.  What tricks
will be played tonight?  
Bats hang upside down
from tree limbs.  Scarlet
eyes blink.  Candy wrappers
plaster floors.  Ghosts ring 
bell after midnight, a trial 
for dogs already hoarse
from barking at each
intruder.  Do not answer
the door.

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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3 Responses to Clock Strikes Twelve

  1. I meant to say that I really liked your writing and accidentally pasted in my entry. Sorry about that. I guess I’m starting to fade out and my hands are a bit ahead of my mind! Anyhow, I like how you ended it!

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