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Hello, Björn here, and tonight I’m your poetic witchmaster and we have fresh potion from bubbling cauldrons here in the bare.
Double, double toil and trouble.
Tonight’s all hallows eve and beasts are everywhere. They cry for candy and if we aren’t prepared we will fall victims to their tricks.
But what if they cannot be silenced with your sweets sweets… what if beasts are there for real? Are there vampires raising from the grave tonight? Will there be zombies and werewolves? What if the sounds you hear are not from kids but ghouls and ghosts? What if those howls are demons and not the wind?
Can you hear the scratch from tiny claws?
Tonight I want you to consider a monster you fear and write a poem from their perspective.
Maybe they have a conscience like the vampire in Sting’s song Moon over Bourbon Street:
“I must love what I destroy and destroy the thing I love”
Or can the werewolf be a metaphor for incest like it is for me in the lyrics to Werewolf by Cocorosie:
“He had your hands and my father’s face”
So go into the darkness and try to imagine the anguish, the lust or the evil mind of the real monsters that keep us awake a night like this. Try to go deeper and present the complexity of terror.
Or maybe there is humor in the way you would laugh at an old horror movie… misunderstandings or even worse a wretched lonely man or woman being haunted by their loneliness.
As a last piece of Inspiration I will give you Lord Byron:
The Giaour [Unquenched, unquenchable]
… Unquenched, unquenchable,
Around, within, thy heart shall dwell;
Nor ear can hear nor tongue can tell
The tortures of that inward hell!
But first, on earth as vampire sent,
Thy corse shall from its tomb be rent:
Then ghastly haunt thy native place,
And suck the blood of all thy race;
There from thy daughter, sister, wife,
At midnight drain the stream of life;
Yet loathe the banquet which perforce
Must feed thy livid living corse:
Thy victims ere they yet expire
Shall know the demon for their sire,
As cursing thee, thou cursing them,
Thy flowers are withered on the stem.
But one that for thy crime must fall,
The youngest, most beloved of all,
Shall bless thee with a father’s name —
That word shall wrap thy heart in flame!
Yet must thou end thy task, and mark
Her cheek’s last tinge, her eye’s last spark,
And the last glassy glance must view
Which freezes o’er its lifeless blue;
Then with unhallowed hand shalt tear
The tresses of her yellow hair,
Of which in life a lock when shorn
Affection’s fondest pledge was worn,
But now is borne away by thee,
Memorial of thine agony!
You decide how to write but I can guarantee that there will be awards given to anyone that manage to scare me.
When you have written your poem link it up; browse and comment on other poem and step by for a sip of Bloody Mary and some grave yard talks.
Björn Rudberg (brudberg) said:
Good evening… another bloody Tuesday .. come play with us… do you have any cravings?
hypercryptical said:
Good Evening to you too Bjorn!
I have a craving for children (she cackled)…
Anna :o]
Björn Rudberg (brudberg) said:
Ha… I can serve you a zombie if you like…
hypercryptical said:
I might take you up on that if the children prove thin…
Björn Rudberg (brudberg) said:
Maybe you shouldn’t serve the children booze at least 🙂
Glenn Buttkus said:
Spooky, brother–thanks for inviting us to “go deep”. I certainly did, and it was liberating to use the monster’s voice. Just couldn’t find the levity tonight, as darkness approaches, as children hover on our porch, as the candy bowl empties. Maybe I will take a heated hard cider if you have some !
Björn Rudberg (brudberg) said:
Ha.. I have of course hot cider… (but I might have some crimson dye inside)
Vivian Zems said:
Hello Björn! Thanks for hosting. I’m looking forward to reading all the terrifying poems. Happy Halloween!
Björn Rudberg (brudberg) said:
Mwwaahhh said the terrifying bartender 🙂
Vivian Zems said:
😨
Frank Hubeny said:
Thanks for hosting, Bjorn. I’ve added one about a generic monster turning the mundane upside-down.
Björn Rudberg (brudberg) said:
Intriguing… I think monsters is a great way to portray human stories…
Frank Hubeny said:
From the monsters’ perspective we are likely the monsters. 🙂
sarahsouthwest said:
I’ve gone a little off piste with this one. I was called by the goddess on this dark Samhain night…
Björn Rudberg (brudberg) said:
A wonderful poem Sarah.. and a voice that really brings the darkness from tonight…
kanzensakura said:
Oh my. I wrote mine, not from the voice of the monsters. I think I will not contribute it but it is posted over at Toads. It is really very mild and not even vaguely scary. Just contemplative. Life is scary enough as it is. I find it hard to find fright in fiction.
Björn Rudberg (brudberg) said:
Please do… we have a week of kindness and some small deviations are OK…. and many monster stories are kind too… Wasn’t Frankenstein’s monster both monster and victim?
kanzensakura said:
Yes he was. Thank you Bjorn.
kanzensakura said:
Oh yes. Had a real life horror story – yesterday in the midst of the prompt, my internet died and did return until early this morning sometime. Frightening. I’ve been writing all morning to get caught up on reading and commenting on the responses to the prompt.
Björn Rudberg (brudberg) said:
That is real modern terror… maybe we need the true monster of a WiFi gobbler…
kanzensakura said:
LOLOLOLOL
Björn Rudberg (brudberg) said:
I gobble waves and bitrates
cause I hate your joy
connecting cross the network
I crunch your words to pieces
and your Skype is worthless.
I’m the terror of today
the one that forces you
to work with pen and paper.
Björn Rudberg (brudberg) said:
kim881 said:
I’m an hour late because the clocks went back at the weekend and it’s got me all confused! I’m just about to post and can’t wait to get reading!
Björn Rudberg (brudberg) said:
Ha.. yes I did the same mistake yesterday… next week we are back to normal I think
kim881 said:
Thanks for letting me know, although it is sometimes trial and error because WordPress keeps changing things and I’m never sure where to find the time zone buttons.
kim881 said:
Happy Halloween and thank you for hosting this spooky Poetics, Bjorn! My monster is now unleashed.
I have to disappear for a little while but I will be back to read soon. Would you mind pouring me a zombie for when I return from the shadows, please?
Björn Rudberg (brudberg) said:
A zombie is ready and will be waiting when you return
kim881 said:
I think I need it now! Thank you, Bjorn!
lillian said:
Happy Halloween all! I am just returned from an extended weekend in Colorado — a surprise 80th birthday celebration for my sister-in-law. Will try to rustle up a monster, stir up my devilsh pot with a newt, eye of a spider, and perhaps a toad or two a bit later tonight or tomorrow morn! 🙂
Björn Rudberg (brudberg) said:
Ha.. in the mean time take a sip from my bubbly stew… there newting to be afraid of… he he
Björn Rudberg (brudberg) said:
I will need to find myself back to bed… but I did a second offering…
Frank J. Tassone said:
Happy Halloween! Thanks for the fierce and frightening challenge, Bjorn!
Imelda said:
Fun!
Annell Livingston said:
I wanted to do it, but got stuck….maybe the monster ate my words?
Björn Rudberg (brudberg) said:
The worst kind of monster…
Just Barry said:
Spooky, Björn! I love it! I’m late to the game but I saw it was still open sooooo…. 🙂
Björn Rudberg (brudberg) said:
Still open, that’s fun isn’t it?
sheldonagonson said:
Wow, I didn’t know there was a contest for something I was already at work on.
I’ve written a few of these, but my favorite might be Jack’s Trick:
https://taletold.wordpress.com/poems-2/jacks-trick/
Björn Rudberg (brudberg) said:
This is no contest just a prompt that were a few weeks ago…. the link is closed but tonight there will be an open link opportunity to link up any one poem you like. We open the link at 3PM EST and it will remain open for 48 hours. Join us with any poem that you like.