THE SCREAMING SKULL
by Dawn Pisturino
The skull screams when the moon is bright,
Warning of evil a-foot in the night,
Calling to phantoms hidden from sight,
Keeping them all at bay.
Shrieking aloud when the zombies fight,
It glows in the darkness, waking with fright,
Shivering children, crying for light,
Fearful 'til break of day.
High on a shelf, when the bats take flight,
The dead skull cries with all its might,
Disrupting dreams, however slight,
Sending them all away.
September 20, 2011
THE GHOST
by Dawn Pisturino
Creeping footfalls on the stair warn me that a ghost is there.
Shivering in my bed with fright, the door creaks open . . .
I TOLD YOU HE WAS REAL!
(good night)
January 5, 2012
THE FAIRIES
by Dawn Pisturino
Deep within the forest,
Inside a magic ring,
Fairy lads pluck at their harps
While fairy maidens sing.
Queen Mab, arrayed in starlight,
Sits upon her chair,
Plotting all the dirty tricks
No other folk would dare.
Last spring they stole poor Margaret,
Sound asleep in bed.
They laid her in the Irish Sea
With stones beneath her head.
The fishes kept close vigil,
Traditional at wakes.
"Too bad," remarked a hungry shark.
"A lovely corpse she makes!"
January 19, 2012
HAPPY HALLOWEEN!
All poems copyright 2011-2013 Dawn Pisturino. All Rights Reserved.
