Not that we celebrate Halloween where I grew up, but I always liked its mysterious, playful tie to the other side. And this year, in particular, I feel like indulging in some spooky atmosphere, which is why I decided to share some of my more eerie writing. This weekend, it's a poem called Four Sisters.
I wrote it for a poetry class I took at school, where the assignment was to write a poem based on a dream you had. I don't think I need to say much more -- you can make your own idea of what my dreams are like. Are dreams... really but a mirror of one's reality?
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Eny-deny-money-woo,
the first sister's with someone new.
The second sister writes and writes.
What is her fate?
Will she be alright?
The third sister knows
the truth's in the bucket.
Cut it! Hack it!
She'll become a puppet.
Is it the fourth sister?
Is she the key –
to free the rich family
from misery?
Two sisters missing,
a bucket of flies.
Knowledge is dangerous,
blood taints the skies.
There is a house
in which there's a well.
Their uncle's success is
like an old spell.
Where does mom go
when the night reigns?
And why are her pockets
so heavy with chains?
Run little girl
and never ask more.
I asked – and ended up
under the floor.
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Cover art of the chapter by
mskathrynne (https://pixabay.com/photos/spook-forest-scary-nightmare-kid-3737376/).
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