Spooky Poems for Hallow'een
jankin
16 years ago
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MillerÂs End- Charles Causley
When we moved to MillerÂs End,
Every afternoon at four
A thin shadow of a shade
Quavered through the garden-door,
Dressed in black from top to toe
An a veil about her head
To it all it seemed as though
She came walking from the dead.
With a basket on her arm
Through the hedge-gap she would pass,
Never a mark that we could spy
On the flagstones or the grass.
When we told the garden-boy
How we saw the phantom glide,
With a grin his face was bright
As the pool he stood beside.
"ThatÂs no ghost-walk," Billy said,
"Nor a ghost you fear to stop Â
Only old Miss Wickerby
On a short cut to the shop."
So next day we lay in wait,
Passed a civil time of day,
Said how pleased we were she came
Daily down our garden-way.
Suddenly her cheek it paled,
Turned, as quick, from ice to flame.
"Tell me," said Miss Wickerby.
"Who spoke of me, and my name?"
"Bill the garden-boy."
She sighed,
Said, "Of course, you could not know
How he drowned  that very pool-
A frozen winter  long ago."
Prince Kano by Edward Lowbury
In a dark wood Prince Kano lost his way
and searched in vain through the long summer's day
at last, when night was near, he came in sight
of a small clearing filled with yellow light,
and there, bending beside his brazier, stood
a charcoal burner wearing a black hood
The prince cried out for joy : 'Good friend, I'll give
what you'll ask: guide me to where I live.'
The man pulled back his hood: he had no face
where it should be there was an empty space
Half dead with fear the prince staggered away
rushed blindly through the woods till break of day
and then he saw a large clearing, filled
with houses, people, but his soul was chilled
He looked around for comfort, and his search
led him inside a small, half-empty church
where monks prayed. ' Father,' to one he said
'I've seen a dreadful thing,am afraid'
'What did you see my son ? '
' I saw a man whose face was like...' and, as the prince began
the monk drew back his hood and seemed to hiss
pointing to where his face should be
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