‘Tis the season to be spooky

This week is Spooky Stories week at MSM Library and there are various ways to join in the fun.

  1. Borrow some “spooktacular” fiction.
  2. Gather a team of friends and create a spooky drawing or scene on our interactive TV during morning tea or lunch each day. Sign up at the Circulation Desk in the Library.
  3. Enter our Spooky Poetry competition to win fabulous prizes.

To enter our poetry competition write a haiku or sonnet and post it in the Comments section.
You might like to use a site like Poem generator to help you.

Haiku do not have to rhyme. They are composed of three lines with a syllable pattern of 5,7,5. Here is an example:

It’s spooky season
A cold wind moves the bare trees
Warm in bed I read

A sonnet is more complicated, it has 14 lines with 10 syllables each. The rhyming scheme is ABAB // CDCD // EFEF // GG. The example below has been inspired by this form.

Ode to the Vampire

My dark vampire, you inspire me to write.
How I love the way you fly, hang and bite,
Invading my mind all day and all night,
I am dreaming of taking to flight.

Let me compare you to a sanctuary
You are more ominous and looming.
Ice bites the debris of February,
And wintertime has no flowers blooming.

How do I love you? Let me count the ways.
I love your assuming eyes, teeth and form.
I am always thinking of your sleepy gaze.
My love, you are a drug like chloroform.

Now I must away with melancholy heart,
Remember my true words whilst we’re apart.

4 thoughts on “‘Tis the season to be spooky

  1. To the man who looms over my body,
    While I sleep at night in complete darkness.
    To the man who used to be somebody,
    To he who shambles within the stillness.

    A silhouette who slams all my blue doors,
    And stands still in my room when I’m not there.
    To the shape who rifles through all my drawers.
    I see George in the corner of my stare.

    To George, who is sighted but never seen,
    To George, whose presence can’t be compared.
    To George, a man stuck in the world between,
    To George, a spirit that must feel scared.

    To my ghost, unreleased from this old life.
    To my ghost George, who puts my heart in strife.


  2. Fear
    Wind shook the town
    Stealthy as a cat
    Blood stained the ground
    Fear fills the air
    He’s in your dreams at night
    He’s never out of sight
    He’s in the air you breathe
    He’s in everything you see
    Waiting, lurking, watching
    He’ll never go away
    Fear is in the air
    Fear is in your dreams
    Fear is in your hair
    Fear is everywhere!


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