Things That Go "BOO" in the Night - a Quadrille

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 dVerse #233: Bring on the Boo! 

"...just 44 words, including some form of the word boo."

I was having so much fun with this one I forgot it was to be only 44 words!  It is now...


 On Hallowe’en night

when the Goblins appear,

window glass rattles,

we cower in fear.

 Ghosts and Ghoulies 

moan “BOO” up the stairs
,
dragging their chains

into human affairs. 


In the dark hallways, 

Ghouls and Wraiths wait,

while Banshees and Hellhounds

howl at the gate. 

©2025 Lisa Smith Nelson. All Rights Reserved  

Comments

  1. Jae RoseOctober 6, 2025 at 6:08 PM

    I love the rhyming scheme - adds to the sense of occasion1 Jae

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  2. JadeLiOctober 6, 2025 at 6:43 PM

    Those ghouls sure do like:
    "dragging their chains
    into human affairs."

    Great as a metaphor as well.

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  3. Truedessa@gmail.comOctober 6, 2025 at 7:30 PM

    Great use of rhymes to set the pace. Dagging those chains indeed.

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  4. AnonymousOctober 7, 2025 at 9:32 AM

    Loooooove this Halloween poem! So well done!

    de

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  5. AnonymousOctober 7, 2025 at 9:35 AM

    Love this little Halloween poem! Spooky good!
    de

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  6. brudbergOctober 7, 2025 at 10:40 AM

    Love it.... and I am brave enough not to be scared.

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  7. purplepeninportland.comOctober 10, 2025 at 5:24 PM

    I love, " Ghosts and Ghoulies

    moan “BOO” up the stairs
    ,
    dragging their chains

    into human affairs. "

    ReplyDelete

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